(Jimin is jealous when his best friend and roommate, Taehyung, has a date with the girl Jimin has a crush on.)
Warning: 8000 words and 75% of this is pure smut. MMF sex. Dirty talking. Disrespectful name calling. The usual.
“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung! FUCK! YOU!” Jimin was livid. “I’ve never said a single thing to you about all the shit I have to put up with as your roommate! All the times I’ve had to crash at a friend’s place because you brought some girl back to our dorm room for the night! I can’t remember the last time I spent a whole week able to sleep in my own bed because of you! And all those times I woke up to find some chick I don’t know in your bed? Like you couldn’t just go somewhere else to fuck them? Did you really have to screw them in our room while I was asleep?” Taehyung opened his mouth to answer, but Jimin cut him off. “And I wasn’t even asleep for all of them! What was that one girls name? The one with the short hair? Jungin? Jungah? Just because you took her into our bathroom to have her suck your dick doesn’t mean I didn’t hear EVERY FUCKING THING that happened in there! You are so fucking vile! The things you said to that girl… the sound of her choking on your dick while you called her a slut? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Some girls like that shit,” Taehyung replied calmly. “She definitely liked it, that’s for sure.”
Jimin rolled his eyes dismissively. “The point is that I’ve never said anything to you about how you’ve stuck your dick in half the women on campus. Despite the fact that you are always inconveniencing me in order to get your rocks off, I’ve kept my mouth shut. It’s your life and it’s not really any of my business. But this is TOO FUCKING MUCH! I thought we were friends? I never thought you would totally screw me over like this!”
“We are friends! I didn’t do this to screw you over.” Taehyung and Jimin had been randomly assigned to be roommates in their small single room dorm room their freshman year and immediately became the best of friends. Taehyung was on a scholarship that paid for his student housing on campus and Jimin couldn’t imagine living with anyone other than Taehyung, so despite the cramped quarters and the arguments frequently caused by the lack of privacy, they continued living together in the dormitory.
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[11:31] You: okay so i’m texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting yoongi and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. Arent you proud?
[11:32] unknown number: this is yoongi, hi
Rated M for some hypothetical sexting and masturbation because what else is neeeewwww. Ha. Hahahaha. Based off of THIS gem from Texts From Last Night :-) Word count 5.8k.
The professor’s words seemed to sludge through the air. You desperately tried to keep focus on him but the soft glare of your phone while he spoke proved far too distracting, the screen’s light trapping you in a suffocating stasis of waiting, waiting, waiting. Each second that ticked past was simply a moment longer that you were left suspended in your anticipation, precarious uncertainty setting you on edge. You never could be sure with Yoongi just how things were going to play out. All you knew was that your eyes were too large, too wide for a classroom lecture setting, and that anyone could catch your expression and instantly know something was off.
Description: Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual. Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut and Angst
Word Count: 26,490 (whoopsy doodle)
Warning: Dom!Yoongi, breath play, punishment, a lot of demeaning names, high levels of assholery
“Heads up!” I hear an all too familiar voice call. I looked towards the origin of the voice and was hardly surprised to see Jung Hoseok, backwards snapback and all, with a football in his hand ready to throw it bluntly at the male I was currently speaking to. I narrowed my eyes at him, disapproving his typical overbearing behaviour. Hoseok simply winked at me, letting the ball fly from his hand directly at the male in front of me.
My hands immediately push the male away from danger, ready to receive the throw from the impossible man that I called my best friend. I recalled the endless hours I had practiced with Hoseok when his “bros” had dates to go on while he remained loyal to his bachelor, unholy ways. A smile formed on my lips as the ball landed in the cradle formed by my hands. I looked forward to see Hoseok smirking, but not at me, at the man currently on the ground because of the force of my unexpected shove.
“Taehyung, are you okay?” I asked, immediately helping the young man to his feet. The timid dark-haired boy brushed off the dirt and looked at me ready to reply but froze as his eyes locked on something behind me.
‘Wait, What?!’ you ask, not thinking you’d heard Tae properly over the loud music of the club despite his actions- his hand gripping your ass tightly so that he could grind into you- making the meaning of his words, very clear.
‘Lets have sex, Y/N.’ he says again, his teeth skimming the shell of your ear and you have to grip tighter to his shoulders to stop yourself from falling down with the intense bout of shivers that travel through you. Your eyes dart around the bodies surrounding you, wondering if anyone else had heard what he’d said despite the fact the words had been directed straight into your ear.
‘Tae, you’re drunk, you dont meanAH-’ your words are cut off when he pulls your hips into his more firmly, mouth latching to your neck as he grinds into you forcefully, the pinch of his fingers on your hips adding to your arousal as his teeth sink into the skin below your ear making you moan- the sound thankfully getting lost in the music surrounding you.
'Come on, Y/N…it doesn’t have to mean anything…just one fuck….’ he drawls, slipping a thigh between both of yours and you instantly begin to rub against it, your body being lost in the feel of his, and its not long before you’re panting into his neck, nails sinking into his skin as you struggle to hold yourself up.
'So, are you going to fuck me on the dancefloor or are you going to take me home?’ you whisper, mouthing at his neck as you speak the words and you feel his thigh rubbing rewardingly against you, causing you to buck against it and whimper as his lips leave your neck, seeing him smirk at you evilly before he grabs one of your hands and begins to pull you back through the crowd, toward the bathroom. You stop him before he can go in though, pinning him to the outside wall and stretching yourself onto your tiptoes to look at him.
'I’m not getting fucked in the bathroom of a club- take me home.’ you demand, briefly connecting your lips and feeling the vibrations of his moan travel up through his lips and into yours, your knees buckling slightly at the feeling.
'Whatever you want, Princess.’ he replies breathily, lunging in the other direction, dragging you quickly with him and within minutes the two of you are falling out the back exit of the club and heading towards his dorm.
He stops many times as the two of you walk back, always keeping you on the edge, keeping you excited, even at one point lifting your dress to just below your breasts and pressing you roughly against a stone wall, the freezing temperature of the stone making you jolt and gasp and he takes advantage of this instantly. His hand slips between your legs and grazes over the fabric of your panties as his mouth covers yours, sucking in your gasps and moans, before he pulls away again quickly, righting your clothes and once again pulling you down the street.
You stumble into the dorm, neither of you sparing a thought for the other boys because they were all meant to be at the club you had just been at, Tae dragging you slowly- lips still attached, and fingers greedily grappling at your waist- towards his room that he shares with J-hope and Jimin.
You gasp as your back hits the bed, hands clawing at Tae as he tries to separate from you, whining when he slips from your grasp, but he just chuckles mischievously at you, ripping his shirt from himself and throwing it somewhere in the room before he begins on his belt, his movements slowing as he watches you, your chest still heaving in breaths, limbs sprawled out to the sides as you stare back at him.
'You need to get that dress off first.’
At first you think Tae has said the words, and so immediately you sit up and begin to slip the straps down your arms, but within seconds you realise that his mouth hadn’t moved and your eyes widen as you turn your head to look at the open door- Taehyung having not locked it- Jungkook stood leaning against the doorframe as he watched you.
'Kookie, I thought you’d be sleeping.’ Tae says, not bothering to look back at him as he drinks in the shocked sight of you, your legs quickly snapping together when you look up at him, the move making you whimper quietly as your arousal makes itself prominent once again.
'Taehyung- hyung, if you dont start touching her, I might have to come in and help instead of just watch.’ Jungkook murmurs, and you look over to see him licking his lips, fingers sitting at the hem of his shorts, before he sees you looking back and he dips his hand in, groaning and hissing when he touches himself, making the area between your legs flood with warmth.
'Now there’s an idea…’ Tae murmurs, the grin that flashes over his face being filled with mischief and your legs tremble from need and suspense- you dont care what happens at this point, you just need someone to fuck you.
But as soon as the words are out of Tae’s mouth, Jungkook lunges towards you, his hand mere centimeters from you before Tae snatches it back, pulling the younger boy away from you and making you whine angrily.
'I touch her first.’ her hisses, his low voice, jealousy easily apparent, travelling right through you and your hand immediately moves to between your legs, but before you cant touch yourself, Tae is forcefully pushing your thighs open, hand going straight to your core and ripping your panties from you, the sting of the rip not even factoring in your mind, before his fingers are slipping between your folds and you collapse back onto the bed, arching your back as he curls his fingers inside of you, needy moans leaving your lips and getting louder with each thrust of his digits.
'Fuck. Tae-hyung, let me touch her.’ Jungkook whines, coming to stand beside the bed by your head, mouth hanging open as he watches you writhe on the bed, hands scrabbling at the bed sheets and you cant help but eye the bulge in the Maknae’s pants.
'No. I want to make her cum first.’ he growls, his thumb adding to the pressure building between your legs, the digit rolling over your clit again and again and you’re holding on by a single thread as you whimper and whine, reaching down to hold Tae’s hand against you, trying to communicate with him that you needed him to go faster, to be rougher- do something to help you reach your high…but he’s already there.
Your orgasm is shocked out of you when you suddenly feel his breath on your core and his lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it like it was his job, making you cry out as the pressure explodes out of you, your juices covering his hand and the sheets beneath you, and as he rides you through the high, you pant and moan, whispering his name over and over again as your body slowly slumps back to the bed.
The thought that Tae hadn’t stopped moving his fingers in you only registers when a burn begins to set in in-between your legs, and you reach down to make him stop, only to get your hand batted away and you look down to see him glaring up at you, mouth shining with your cum, making your heart thunder in your chest and your thighs tremble.
'Tae, stop.’ you breathe, trying to squirm away from him, but the hand that isn’t still working you, snatches out to hold your hip, making it impossible to move as his fingers pinch at your side and you see him look up at Jungkook a sly smile beginning to spread over his face.
'Take off her dress.’ he directs him, the words leaving his mouth in a growl and your body immediately reacts, shivers flashing down your spine, getting intensified by the new set of hands that attach to the hem of your skirt, digits cool against your skin as they skim up your body. You hear Jungkook’s breaths as they leave his lips excitedly, his eyes raking over your body as it is slowly revealed and goosebumps litter over the expanse of your skin.
When your dress hits the floor by Jungkook’s feet, he immediately leans over you to grab at your breasts, his hands hesitant for a millisecond, before he slowly grasps them, thumbs rubbing unsurely over your already erect nipples and you moan out, making you reach one hand up to twist in his shirt, feeling his body tense beneath you and you realise your hand has landed just above his crotch.
You’re about to get lost in the excited and flushed face of Jungkook when your body is pulled down the bed and you gasp, head whipping to look at Taehyung, who is throwing your legs over his shoulders, not paying any attention to you as he immediately starts devouring your core, nose rubbing against your clit rhythmically as his tongue swipes again and again at your folds and you cant help the cry that rips through you, hand slipping from Jungkook’s shirt to the hem of his shorts and accidentally pulling them down so that his member sprang free, making the maknae choke on the breath he had just taken, his fingers that had graduated to playing with your nipples, squeezing hard and you cry out again, panting feverently as you squirm beneath the two men.
'Dont touch him.’ comes the angry growl from Taehyung, and you immediately take your hand away from Jungkook, the danger in his voice evident as he shakes your legs from him, crawling up your body and leaving your core neglected as his breath ghosts over your skin.
'Hyung, please.’ comes Jungkook’s needy whine and you see Tae look up at the maknae where he was crouched over you, his eyes black with lust and jealousy as he looks at him.
'I called dibs. She’s mine tonight.’ he growls, gesturing with his head to tell the maknae to leave, clearly having over-stepped his welcome, but Jungkook doesn’t move, frowning as his eyes graze over your body again and you see the flash of an idea in his eyes as you lie still beneath Tae, not wanting to anger him further.
'I want to watch.’ he says, determination clear in his tone and you freeze, waiting for Tae to yell at him to get out, but instead the older boy just smirks at him, nodding his head in the direction of the chair in the corner.
'Sit there and dont move.’ he directs, the edge to his words telling Jungkook not to disobey him and just the sound of his deep voice growling the words out, has your thighs clenching together, bringing his attention back to you.
'Aww, Princess, am I not paying enough attention to you?’ he asks, tone teasing as he strokes a finger down your jaw, drifting it over your lips and you whimper beneath him, hands reaching up to pull at his waist.
'You told me we were going to have sex, Tae.’ you whine, hoping to jog his memory and get him to give you what you wanted, but the flash in his eyes tells you things weren’t going to be that straight forward.
'Did I say that?’ he asks teasingly, his finger having trailed to your chest at this point and you suck in a sharp breath when he begins to circle your nipple, popping his finger into his mouth quickly and then going back to your breast, the cold wet feel of the digit making you whimper as you continue to claw at his waist and back. You can hear the short pants of Jungkook from the corner and you tilt your head to look at him, wanting to see what he was doing, but the minute Taehyung sees you turning your head, his fingers dig into your hair and he snaps your face back to him, the sting of your scalp being stretched making you sink your nails into his skin and he hisses at you, chin tilting up in dominance as he looks down at you.
'Dont fucking look at him.’ he snaps, pulling your hair back against the bed so that your neck was exposed to him.
'Do you understand?’
You whimper in response, hurriedly nodding your head as much as you could in his grasp, your lip caught between your teeth making it impossible to answer him as you try to hold in your moans, this dominant side of him making your core pulse in anticipation.
'Good. Cause I want to see your face when I fuck you.’ he whispers, face inches from yours, hand still in your hair and you feel his other hand drifting across the bare skin of your thigh. You hadn’t even realised that he’d removed his jeans, but suddenly you feel something drifting over your core, the short moan you let out suddenly turning to a shout of his name when he thrusts into you out of nowhere, his face dropping into astonishment and lust as he watches you react to him.
'Fuck! I knew you’d look good.’ he murmurs, before he focuses on what he’s doing, picking up his pace and lifting your hips so that he was hammering into you, and the minute you scream, hands slipping to the covers either side of you and screwing them up in your hands, eyes screwing shut in ecstasy, he knows he’s found your favourite angle.
'Tae, please, Tae-’
You moan, tossing your head on the bed feeling yourself getting worked up, your stomach and thighs trembling as you feel the build up of your second orgasm, breath coming in pants as you open your eyes to look up at him, seeing him with his head flung back, hips snapping so fast against yours that you’re sure they’re going to set on fire any minute. And its the sight of him, so blissed out, his hand slapping your thigh, the feel of the sharp sting going straight to between your legs, that causes you to moan loudly as you fall over the edge.
You can feel him pulsing within you as he continues to thrust, teeth biting down on his lip as he chases his own high, the sight prompting you to look over at Jungkook, having forgotten he was there, but when you see him, you think you’re going to blast straight through this orgasm and into another one.
He’s panting heavily, his hand that’s covered in cum still wrapped around his length as he lazily pumps himself, milking the entirety of his orgasm out, a final spurt dripping from him when he sees you looking over at him, and you know your eyes are half lidded, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, limbs sprawled everywhere, hips still thrust into the air and hands still twisted into the sheets.The sight of him like that, sated and blissed out, causes your walls to tense around Tae, thighs clenching around his hips and the action tips him over his edge, a loud grunt leaving his lips as he snaps his hips against yours one final time, before buckling forward, only just catching himself before he can fall onto you.
You purposefully tense around him a few more times, shudders ripping through you with the weak, needy, moans falling from his lips, length still twitching with aftershocks, inside of you. As he slides out of you, you feel the ache instantly set in, your hips almost feeling dislocated from your body where he’d overworked you, but the feeling in your stomach was sated and happy as you close your eyes, the two of you lying sprawled on the bed together.
'Fuck.’ he whispers, breaths ghosting over your breasts where he had his head laid on your chest and you nod in confirmation, tilting your head to the side to try and look at Jungkook, seeing him watching the two of you almost sadly.
'Jungkookie, come and lie with us.’ you murmur, the maknae immediately springing to his feet and walking over in just his shorts, shirt having been discarded at some point whilst Tae had had sex with you. He settles himself down on the side of you that didn’t have Taehyung, an arm going around your stomach as he shuffles, until he’s almost spooning you, chin hooking over your shoulder to press gentle kisses into your neck and skin.
Tae lets out a quiet growl at this, glaring up at the younger boy, but you just chuckle, wrapping your arms around him and holding him against you, fingers raking through his hair as his arms slide around you to hug your hips, hand lingering teasingly closely to your butt, but you were so tired that you didn’t bother to reprimand him.
'When do you think the others will get home?’ you murmur, eyes sliding shut as you hum happily under Jungkook’s ministration.
'I’d say about now.’ comes a voice from the door and you shoot up, the other two boys complaining when you rip yourself from their grasp, but their expressions turn sheepish when they follow your gaze to the door and see 5 other boys stood in the doorway with varying expressions- J-hope’s standing out the most as a cross between a smirk and surprise.
Summary: In this world, there are two types of people: those born with emotions, and those born without. Society is thriving in its emotionless state, productivity levels are at an all time high. Marriage serves only one function: to father the next generation. Those with emotions are considered to be defective, aberrations who can never be matched. What happens when there’s a glitch in the so-called perfect system and a defective and a “normal” person are matched?
“Back again I see, Mr Jeon.” Your eyes are fixed on his patient file in front of you, and you don’t look up when the person in question clears his throat and shifts in his seat in your doctor’s office. “This time it’s for starting a fight, again, with Jimin in the cafeteria.”
He leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle in a display of absolute confidence. His eyes are fixated on your profile with a strange fascination, as if staring at you brings him some sort of entertainment almost. An amused chuckle catches your attention this time, and you glance up at his unapologetic expression. “Do you really like coming in here that often?”
Jeongguk leans forward in his seat now, interested. He props his chin up with his hand, and his gaze is penetrating, his cold, slate grey eyes unwavering. “Maybe I do, Dr ____. It’s my only chance to get you to myself for a whole hour.”
You don’t bother acknowledging his bold remark and flip to the section with his personal details, including his medical history. Defective.
Sending the video of you and Jungkook to Taehyung when BTS is at a show, little did you know that his girlfriend Tiffany would be the one seeing it. After she breaks up with him, when she finds out about the little FWB relationship between you and Taehyung, angry Taehyung has every right to punish you…
Description :Being mad at Taehyung for not telling you that he has a girlfriend, you decide to take revenge at him, letting him feel how it is to have to share someone with someone else. For that, you need the help and the golden maknae gladly complies…
Description: You would be able to handle the relationship between Namjoon and your best friend if it weren’t for all those damned “what if’s”
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x OC
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 2,149
A/N: This was just supposed to be a quick drabble created because I was deep in some angsty readings but instead it kind of grew…? Anyways, there’s not really a point to it, I suppose.
Jeon Jungkook x Reader x Park Jimin. College!AU. 2046-ish words. Angst(?) [ a bit of everything if it becomes a series ]
Warning: Graphic smut, swearing, mirrors, spanking, praise kink, orgasm denial and but then you’re always so sweet when you want something from me.
n. the exquisite pain of wanting the affection of someone you know you can never have.
❝ You once think it’s unfair, for you to be oh-so helplessly in love with Jungkook. The boy’s got you wrapped around his fingers without even knowing it. He could tilt the chalice of poison to your lips and you would all too willingly drink it without elusion. But fresh out of high school, with sun kissed skin beneath scorching sun rays and ocean feet as Jimin stares at you wide-eyed and thudding heart, you don’t know what is more cruel anymore; to remain ignorant of someone’s feelings or to be aware of it, only to twist and turn their heartstrings like puppets in a play. ❞
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He’s there today, just like any other day, by the café entrance chatting, no, flirting with the girls passing by, flashing them one of his all-too-famous heart-melting smiles, shooting cupid lies. You can distinctly hear his deep, gravelly voice, laughing. The girls giggle, hands tugging back hair, biting lipstick coated lip and sending flirtatious glances.
“At it again, that guy.” A flock of jet black dips down to the seat across from you, earning a shake of head from your pretending, casual behalf.
“That’s Jungkookie for you.” Is all you can manage, but of course, not without a hopeless shrug for said boy’s relentless pursue for the opposite sex.
As if on cue, you feel a dead weight slithering around your shoulders as the chair scrapes against squeaky clean wooden floorboards, body heat seeping into you. Then, all-too-soon, comes that little, measly, meaningless greeting that makes your stomach drop flat on the ground.
Description: When you and your best friend and roommate, Jimin, make a huge mistake, how will the consequences affect your relationship?
A/N: I was having a craving to write something for Jimin :’) rip guys I hope you all like it! We haven’t even really gotten into the angst yet so just anticipate part two, it should be out soon.
Heartthrob (n): One who is considered pleasing to the senses, often resulting in increased respiration, increased circulation to the face, and a noticeable “pounding” in the chest.
genre: fluff, angst, smut, fuckboy!hoseok au, college au.
Description: When you and Min Yoongi had first been assigned to be lab partners you thought that your fantasies about him would stay just that, fantasies. But now here the two of you are several months later involved in a full blown friends with benefits relationship. Things are going pretty well, you both get what you want when you need it, but what happens when new transfer student Park Jimin comes into the picture?
Note: This is technically a sequel to my fic lab partners(here)but it’s honestly so different that you can read this on its own. Also @cynicalsyub (:
It was the intoxicating ministrations of his tongue that knocked you from your deep realm of sleep. Your eyes flew open as you felt the fiery sensation shoot through your core making you arch your back in pleasure. You felt his hands begin to dig into your thighs as he kept you pinned against the mattress. You looked down at yourself, already completely writhing in a white t-shirt that was most definitely not your own. You see the way his body is hidden by the mounds of covers, and you quickly pull them off of him so you can see the way he worked against your already dripping core.
genre: angst, fluff, smut (oral, sinful dirty talk, mild spanking), hot mess!yoongi, best friend!yoongi, musician!yoongi
word count: 13k. fuck me.
a/n: dedicated to @angstsuga !! haPPY BIRTHDAY AHH HAVE A GOOD ONE <3
extra: [x], [x], and [x] because tattooed yoongi is a blessing to this planet
summary: you woke up to an empty bed, groggy and awake and looking for his warmth under the blankets. but all that was left was a letter taped to the desk, the pungent tang of alcohol, and his cologne. he was gone.
A/N: Hola friends. No I’m not back with Smooth pt 6…. love me but here’s some Ten for ya (even though Admin Finn wrote you some Ten smut already ㄱ_ㄱ jk ily Admin Finn c:) Anyways… not my best, I know, but I gotta warm up my smut writing bc tbh it’s been a while, and I want pt 6 to actually be really good bc I love ya’ll (especially all my fellow Johnny stans ^-^) Ok I’m sorry for wasting your time you can read now heh.
Description: Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual. Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.
Summary: The only thing bigger than Park Jimin’s ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan. Pairing: problematic idol!Jimin x reader Word Count: 20.088 A/N: not what I should have been working on but what demanded to be written. Jimin’s hair goes from orange to black to blond to silver, and you’ll see why. The story begins in mid-August, and conversations in italics are spoken in English. I hope you like it!
The first thing Park Jimin hears is, “Rise and shine, superstar,” and then cold water is poured on his face.
“What the fuck!” Jimin snaps, jerking up in bed. He’d been warm and content, wrapped around a pretty brunette he couldn’t recall the features of, couldn’t remember the name of to ask her to please shut the fuck up, your screaming is really annoying this early in the morning, the fuck. She’d been splashed with some of the water, and maybe if it wasn’t so early- the sun wasn’t even in the sky yet, the fuck- then Jimin would feel a little bit of sympathy. “Don’t you know who I am?”
Jimin pushes his wet bangs from his eyes, narrowed and pointed in anger when he comes face to face with his manager, grinning victoriously over an empty bottle. Jimin’s starkly naked, but his manager has seen him in worse conditions before. On his hangover scale this morning barely registers as a five, so other than the ice cold wake up call, Jimin’s doing pretty hot.
“Unfortunately, I do. Now get up, Park. Your flight leaves in three hours.”
Scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.
Genre: smut/fluff/angst
Word Count: 5,702
Chapter 1
I plopped down at an empty seat at the bar, already starting to feel the beginning effects of the drink I had earlier. “Rum and coke,” I said to the bartender when he looked my way, having to raise my voice over the loud, pulsing bass of whatever song was blasting through the speakers right now. He nodded before disappearing to the other end of the crowded counter.
You knew better than to fall for someone like him. If he looked like trouble, then he probably was trouble. But you were never one to listen. There was something about him that drew you in. Maybe it was his voice. It was thick like honey and rolled off his tongue like the breeze on a hot summer day. Or maybe it was the rare moments where he let his guard down and flashed you that boxy smile that reminded you that underneath that tough exterior, there was a softness.
You remembered the first time you saw him. You were with your friends sitting outside of the only decent coffee shop on campus. Summer break was looming. The only thing holding you back between a summer without papers and deadlines were exams. And you had a lot of them. The only reason you had even left the library was because you were ambushed. Pairs of hands grabbing you and your things and dragging you out of the frozen solitude that was the library.
But they had their reasons. Momo had just caught the man she swore she thought she would marry (the 4th man she has ever felt this way about) cheating on her. They had been together for almost 6 months, but her’s wasn’t the only bed he was keeping warm. She was in hysterics by the time the barista had finished making your quad soy latte.
“I don’t understand how he could do this to me!” she shrieked between sobs. Her body was shaking violently. Your other best friends, Sana and Mina, were trying to console her. Mina was rubbing circles around her back while Sana was trying to convince Momo that if he was the one than he wouldn’t have done this in the first place.
“What happened this time?” you asked. You didn’t bother to try to hide the disinterest in your voice. You knew Momo and you knew how fast she bounced back. It might have seemed like the end of the world now, but the girl had a rubber heart. She would be back in the ring in no time.
“He cheated! That’s what happened!” her voice cracked as she spoke. “He told me he was going to spend all night in the library. But Mina and I went out last night and he was there. He was kissing some gir-” her words broke into sobs. Sana wrapped her arms around her and pulled Momo into a tight hug.
You knew better than to fall for someone like him. If he looked like trouble, then he probably was trouble. But you were never one to listen. There was something about him that drew you in. Maybe it was his voice. It was thick like honey and rolled off his tongue like the breeze on a hot summer day. Or maybe it was the rare moments where he let his guard down and flashed you that boxy smile that reminded you that underneath that tough exterior, there was a softness.
You remembered the first time you saw him. You were with your friends sitting outside of the only decent coffee shop on campus. Summer break was looming. The only thing holding you back between a summer without papers and deadlines were exams. And you had a lot of them. The only reason you had even left the library was because you were ambushed. Pairs of hands grabbing you and your things and dragging you out of the frozen solitude that was the library.
But they had their reasons. Momo had just caught the man she swore she thought she would marry (the 4th man she has ever felt this way about) cheating on her. They had been together for almost 6 months, but her’s wasn’t the only bed he was keeping warm. She was in hysterics by the time the barista had finished making your quad soy latte.
“I don’t understand how he could do this to me!” she shrieked between sobs. Her body was shaking violently. Your other best friends, Sana and Mina, were trying to console her. Mina was rubbing circles around her back while Sana was trying to convince Momo that if he was the one than he wouldn’t have done this in the first place.
“What happened this time?” you asked. You didn’t bother to try to hide the disinterest in your voice. You knew Momo and you knew how fast she bounced back. It might have seemed like the end of the world now, but the girl had a rubber heart. She would be back in the ring in no time.
“He cheated! That’s what happened!” her voice cracked as she spoke. “He told me he was going to spend all night in the library. But Mina and I went out last night and he was there. He was kissing some gir-” her words broke into sobs. Sana wrapped her arms around her and pulled Momo into a tight hug.
Summary:When you meet Taehyung in a bar one night, you don’t expect to fall for him. He was different, tattoos inked along his arms and a bright smile on his face. He was the opposite of everything you were; he was free – or so you thought.
Genre/Warnings:Socialite!AU, Badboy!Taehyung. Angst + Smut; It’s filth. That is all.
Words: 9.4k
A/N: First of all, I want to thank Dannie and Tay aka @pinkjxmin + @jungblue for helping me out with all of the plotlines and where I wanted to take this fic. I was originally going to make this all one fic but halfway through writing it, I realized it was going to surpass 20k and I wasn’t about to make everyone read an excessively long fic lmao. But here’s the first part to it! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do. xx.
Scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.
Genre: smut/fluff/angst
Word Count: 5,702
Chapter 1
I plopped down at an empty seat at the bar, already starting to feel the beginning effects of the drink I had earlier. “Rum and coke,” I said to the bartender when he looked my way, having to raise my voice over the loud, pulsing bass of whatever song was blasting through the speakers right now. He nodded before disappearing to the other end of the crowded counter.
I would like to thank all of you who endured my #the writing namjoon smut chronicle and sent me nice messages and were just generally perfect and I am so anxious and so sorry if this is a huge letdown and this was originally a drabble request (LOL!) but I guess I am only capable of writing weird shit so here we go!!!!!!
Rated M for explicit sexy stuff, Kim Namjoon, D/s themes, language, Kim Namjoon, a really uncommon fetish (really), Kim Namjoon, and Kim Namjoon.
Word count: 11.3k
College!AU, in which your mission to deliver homework to Kim Namjoon goes very, very, wrong.
Class came to a close twenty minutes early, and everyone in the room cheered. The sounds of binders and papers shuffling into backpacks followed by zippers and chairs dragging against the tile filled the air, and the professor laughed and wished everyone a happy holidays.
Tell me you love me Come back and haunt me Oh, and I rush to the start
Running in circles Chasing our tails Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy Oh, it’s such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard
Requested by: Anonymous
can I request for a jungkook angst based on the scientist by coldplay? if possible, maybe a happy ending? thank uu
A/N: Thank you so much to my baby boo @aye-liek3 who was the best person in the entire universe and helped me figure out the plot for this because I was too busy crying over the song to do so <3
Warnings: Smut. Very mild violence.
Your reflection in the vanity mirror looked alien to you; you couldn’t place what exactly it was. Maybe it was the way your eyes looked dull and distant, like you weren’t really focusing on what was happening at the moment, when they should be sparkling with excitement. Or maybe it was the way the corners of your mouth hinted at a frown when they should be spread into a beaming grin that would round your cheeks.
You sucked in a deep breath, dabbing your makeup brush in a bit of blush and swiping it lightly over the apples of your cheeks. The diamond of your engagement ring caught the overhead lights and shimmered at you, as if reminding you about what was to come. As if telling you that now was the time to get excited, because as soon as you walked downstairs, there was going to a room of people expecting you to be thrilled.
The strange feeling that you’d been experiencing since late last night, while you lay in bed next to Taehyung, staring at the ring he’d given you, began to creep up again. It felt like a heaviness the bloomed from your chest and spread to your throat and the deepest parts of your stomach, making you feel as though you’d either throw up or burst into tears. You pursed your lips, staring at your face in the mirror, analyzing every little feature of yourself.
“You’re just nervous.” You said to the you sitting on the other side of the glass. “It’ll be fine. It’ll be good.”
The clicking of the card reader on your hotel room door pulled your attention, and you turned around just in time to have Hoseok and Jimin stumble into the room as they shouldered each other in a fight over who would get to come in first.
Hoseok shoved Jimin to the side, causing the younger boy to collide with the door of the closet. “Look at you, beautiful!”
Jimin straightened himself up, glaring at Hoseok for a second before turning his attention back to you, scurrying over to wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace that you wished wouldn’t end. “You look amazing, Y/N!”
“Thank you, Jiminnie.” You murmured into his shoulder, your fingers against his back.
Jimin pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, and Hoseok stared at you from over his shoulder, both of them giving you a strange look. Hoseok was the one to speak up. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.” You responded instantly, the word coming out almost automatically.
“Y/N…” Jimin dragged out your name into almost a whine, plopping down next to you on the bench that was really only made for one, an arm still draped around your shoulders. “There’s something wrong. You’re not all cute and smiley like usual.”
“Thank you.” You deadpanned.
Jimin cleared his throat, correcting himself. “Still cute. Not smiley.”
Hoseok stood by the door, and you made your best effort to keep your gaze on Jimin’s concerned and pouting face. You knew that if you looked to Hoseok, you’d crumble. He’d known you for long enough–longer than anyone else. He’d know exactly what was going on, and you didn’t think you had it in you to cope with the knowing look that you could already tell was etched into his features.
“Are you nervous?” Hoseok asked quietly.
The sound of you swallowing seemed liked it could be heard from space in the otherwise complete silence. You simply nodded. “Exactly.”
“Oh.” Jimin nodded a few times, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “That makes sense. You shouldn’t be, though. It’s gonna be a lot of fun. Everyone’s down there waiting for you.”
It was much easier to pull your mouth into a smile than you’d thought it would be, the action happening almost of its own accord with the way Jimin was beaming excitedly down at you. “I’ll be down in a couple of minutes.”
He nodded again, taking that as his cue to leave, and truthfully, you were grateful for that. Jimin bid you a small wave as he left the room, pausing to look expectantly as Hoseok, who just waved the younger boy off with a promise that he’d be down soon enough.
You turned yourself around, giving your back to Hoseok and staring intently down at the mess of makeup that littered the top of the vanity. There were several beats of silence, and you weren’t sure if Hoseok had decided to just turn away and leave surprisingly silently. You weren’t so lucky.
“Are you going to talk to me, or are we going to have to both pretend like nothing is happening?” He asked, his footsteps patting quietly against the carpet as he walked towards you.
“I’m fine, Hoseok.” You muttered, not wanting to use your full voice in fear that you’d snap at him.
He hummed behind you. “No, you’re not.”
You slammed your compact closed and lifted your head to narrow your eyes at his reflection. “Then let’s just pretend I am, okay?”
He sighed through his nose, stepping closer to you and leaning his hip against the edge of the vanity. “Does he know?”
“Know what?” You huffed.
“That you’re marrying Taehyung.”
Your eyes slid closed for a moment, your hands falling still as you let yourself inhale a very unsteady breath, reopening them as you let it out. “No.”
A series of three raps to your door in quick succession had you dropping your hands to your desk, the application you were going over losing your attention.
“Come in.” You said, not raising your voice because you knew you didn’t need to. You would be heard.
You wiped a hand over your face, hoping to rub away the dull ache of tired eyes. You’d been reading over files for a good portion of the evening, and it was starting to wear on you. The door of your office swung open, revealing the familiar face of Jaebum, who offered you a courteous smile with an undertone of apology for disturbing you.
You returned the smile, but said nothing. Jaebum had been working for you long enough to know that if he came into your office, it was for a reason or with a purpose.
“Got a walk in for you.” He said, hovering just inside the doorway.
Your brows that had been raised in intrigue fell as you pursed your lips. “It’s Saturday at four in the afternoon, the doors aren’t even opened yet.”
He nodded his head along with your words, as if he’d already anticipated them. “I know, I’m sorry. We tried to chase him off a couple of times, but he won’t leave. Says he wants to talk to you in person.”
“Well for Christ’s sake, Jaebum.” You sighed, leaning back in your chair as you lightly slapped your palm flat against the top of your desk. “Tons of people want to talk to me, it doesn’t mean they can.”
“I know.” Jaebum nodded again, clearing his throat after a long beat of silence. “I really don’t think he’s leaving though.”
I’M SORRY FOR THIS BULLSHIT TBH. Cop!Jungkook kinky smut yehaw. @unpretty-writer, @jinhyong wanted to be tagged lol….thirsty af….bye.
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Over your purple lingerie, you pulled on Jungkook’s white button down, making sure to keep it low enough to expose your breasts through the lace and thin material of his shirt. Checking the mirror last minute, you adjusted the stockings hiked up to your thighs, and messed with your hair until you were pleased.
You could hear the front door close from your room, and quickly closed the bedroom door. Jungkook called out for you, completely unsuspecting of the way you were dressed.
“(Y/N)? Are you home?” Jungkook called, and you heard the sound of his heavy boots thumping up the stairs. You went over to the bed, sitting, waiting for him with your legs dangling off the mattress. He opened the door, pausing immediately at the sight of you.
There he was, in his uniform, handcuffs and all. His hair was slightly slicked back, bangs off of his forehead the way that you liked so much. All day you’d imagined what you’d do to Jungkook, what he’d do to you, and now you were here with an aching tightness that sent you rubbing your thighs together.
“Ah, officer Jeon.” You purred, pushing yourself to your feet. His mouth hung open, watching you slowly make your way over to him. “You’re late.”
“I’m here now, though. What’s this?” He chuckled, a deep low rumble that reverberated from his chest. It gave you chills, and you took fistfuls of his perfectly buttoned collar. “You know I love it when you call me officer Jeon.”
“Mm, do you, officer Jeon?” You perked up, continuing in a sultry tone as you ran your hands along his shoulders. “I’ve been waiting for you so long.”
“Oh yeah?” He questioned, quirking a brow. Nodding innocently, you took his hand and brought him over to the bed. Jungkook sat down on the edge of the mattress, and you lodged yourself between his legs. He reached for your ass, squeezing it tightly. “I’m sorry. Will you forgive me, baby?”
“All day, I did bad things while thinking about you…” You continued, a hint of a smile touching your lips. The way Jungkook look up at you with those lust filled eyes was driving you absolutely insane.
“Bad things..?” He trailed off, voice a mere breath as you leaned closer to his ear.
“Mm, officer Jeon…” You whispered. In response, all Jungkook could do was nod. “I touched myself thinking about you all day…”
He sucked in a breath, hands running up your body to pull you closer to him. “How many times did you touch yourself?” He questioned in a quiet voice, deep and lust filled, just as yours sounded.
“I lost count after 3.” You admitted in a small voice, still shamelessly. Pouting, you tore your face away from his to read his expression. A sly grin had grown on his face, and you knew he was very much enjoying this.
He feigned shock, eyebrows raising. “A serial offender? You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
Your chest tightened in excitement. Jungkook was doing exactly as you wanted. Heat was beginning to flood between your legs, and you pulled at his collar again. Your hands ran down his shoulders, to his hand. Gently, you placed your hand on your middle. Jungkook gasped softly at the wetness already there, pulling his fingers in a slow motion toward your clit. You shivered again, placing your lips on his neck.
“A really bad girl. Are you going to punish me, officer Jeon?”
Slap.
Jungkook’s hand slapped against your ass cheek, before squeezing the tender skin and pulling you tighter against his body.
“Oh, of course I have to punish you. I can’t let a bad girl have me without enforcing some laws, right?” His lips nipped your ear lobe, squeezing so tightly to your ass your back arched The both of you were chest to chest, you leaning over while he sat up.
“J-Jungk-”
“That’s officer Jeon, (Y/N). Bad girls don’t get to call me by my first name.” He snapped, pushing you away. Jungkook pointed to the shirt on your body, languidly fingering the material.
“I want this off in the next 5 seconds, or else I’ll have to spank you more. You don’t want that, do you, baby?”
You shook your head firmly, hesitating under his eyes.
“What are you doing?” He taunted in an angry but bored voice. “Hurry up. 5, 4, 3-”
You were fumbling with the buttons as Jungkook called out the numbers. Once he hit 0, he stood up, gripping both of your shoulders.
“Not fast enough, huh? I told you I’ll spank you again.” He tore the shirt down your shoulders, throwing the now ripped material to the other side of the room. Jungkook pushed your back, leaning you over the side of the mattress. His hand rested against your ass, gently caressing it before pulling it away. Slap, slap, twice against you. They were so hard you had to hold onto the sheets to keep from flying forward.
“I-I’m sorry!” You whined when his hand slapped against you a third time. Jungkook calmed his hand, running it up your back as lightly as possible. You shivered under his touch, your behind throbbing painfully.
He ran a finger down your clothed slit, a moan bubbling from your chest. “Aren’t you sorry, baby? That’s what I like to hear.” He helped you stand up, before unbuttoning his pants. He pushed his pants and boxers down his hips farther, revealing his semi hard cock.
“If you’re really sorry, suck me off like you want too.”
Jungkook took a fistful of your hair, forcing you to your knee’s before him. “Y-yes…” You mumbled, running your hands up his legs.
He didn’t lighten his grip on your hair, tipping your head back to look up at him. “Yes what?”
“Yes sir..?”
“Good girl. Now suck.” He ordered, releasing your hair and watching as you gently stroked your hand up his shaft. He growled under his breath, bucking himself closer to your face. “Suck, baby.”
You ran your thumb over his head, the slick feeling of pre-cum rolling down had you opening your mouth for him. Your tongue softly licked over his head, collecting all the pre-cum. Jungkook’s breath came out differently at the first lick, but he leveled his breathing out once more as you took him into your mouth.
Pushing as far as you could take him, you pulled your head back, making sure your tongue was running along his shaft as well. He hissed in delight above you, hips pressing his cock deeper into your mouth.
“Good girl,” he amended you in a strained tone as your head bobbed up and down on his length. You continued like this for a long while, even adding your hand to the mix.
While you sucked him off, you stopped a few times to allow your tongue leverage to swipe along his length, over his head, giving you time to taste him how you wanted too. Jungkook was hissing your name, breath coming out in shallow bursts.
His fingers gently ran through your hair, holding your head in place as he pushed his hips forward. Jungkook began to face fuck you, murmuring not to move or he’d punish you again.
Jungkook throbbed inside of your mouth, and you kept as still as possible as he thrust inside of your mouth. You knew he’d soon be finishing inside of your mouth, and you were correct once he pulled out and came on your face. You had drool and cum running down your chin and the taste of him engraved inside of your mouth.
“That’s a good look, my cum all over your face.” He grinned, not allowing you to wipe it away. “I’m not done with you. I want to come inside of you as well.” He muttered haphazardly, helping you off the floor. Your knee’s ached slightly, but you didn’t care when Jungkook directed you toward the bed. He pulled the lacy garment off of your torso, discarding it on the floor near his feet.
Sitting atop the mattress, Jungkook spread your legs apart, reaching around the other half of your body to click something around your wrists.
Handcuffs.
“I thought I wasn’t a bad girl anymore? Don’t you want me to feel you?”
“Quiet,” he ordered you with a bite to his tone. “Unless you don’t want to feel me at all.”
You clamped your mouth shut, the restraints around your wrists slightly chafing against your skin if you moved even an inch. Jungkook grinned at you, holding up his fingers as he gently trailed them along the skin of your thigh.
“This’ll teach you not to be a bad girl, and to wait for me, right?” He hummed, fingers pressing against the wetness between your thighs. You nodded, breath hitching as Jungkook moved your ruined panties aside and pressed a finger against your entrance.
“And this will teach you that I’m in charge here, and you’re not, right?” He pushed his finger in a tad deeper, dipping into you before pulling out. You strained your hips forward to press into, but Jungkook didn’t let you.
“I want an answer while I’m being nice, (Y/N).”
“Yes!” You cried out, leaning your head into his shoulder. He sighed softly, tugging on your panties to get them off.
“You’ll be a good girl and let me fuck you until you’re screaming?”
“Jungkook plea-”
“Officer Jeon! I’m tired of telling you to call me that.” He snapped, tipping your chin to get enough skin exposure to sink his teeth into. Jungkook held your arm to keep you planted before him, using his free hand to slide two fingers inside of you, and soon a third. He easily slid them in and out, teeth and lips leaving bruises all along your body.
Your body quivered under him, breath quickly leaving your lungs as he pressed his fingers deeper and harder, curling and uncurling inside of you. The noises you made were loud, breathless and purely blissful to Jungkook. He loved the way you moaned his name weakly, and bit your lip to concentrate on the feeling of only him inside of you. When your face twisted in pleasure, Jungkook felt his chest bubble in pride and only wanted you to call out for him.
“Are you going to cum soon?” He asked, voice just as breathless as yours. You nodded against his shoulder, moving your hips with his fingers inside of you.
And then he pulled them out. Jungkook pressed a hand to his cock, pumping it a few times to ready himself. He leaned across the bed, reaching into the bedside dresser and freeing a condom. You watched Jungkook tear it open and easily roll it on, continuing to pump himself.
“Please un-cuff me.” You whimpered breathlessly, feeling Jungkook place himself at your entrance. “Jungkook, please, I want to feel you as well.”
“Baby,” Jungkook cooed gently, running a hand along your cheek. You expected him to feel guilt for having you cuffed so long, but a smile grew on his face, and he wrapped a hand around your throat. “How many times have I told you that it’s officer-fucking-Jeon?”
“Please-” you gasped at the tight grip Jungkook was suddenly using on your throat. He let you go to use just as tight of a grip on your hips, pulling your still tender ass farther off the bed. Your legs wrapped around his thighs, holding him. “Please, please! I’ll be a good girl! I told you I’ll be a good girl!”
Jungkook brushed his tip against your whole slit, making you whine harder and beg. He sighed, finally reaching around your body to unlock and take them off. “Fine…only because you look so pretty begging for me.”
When the cuffs were off, you ran your hands through his hair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Jungkook wasted no time in holding your hips again, pushing past your slit and inside of you.
“Mm, fuck.” He groaned, rocking his hips out and pushing in deeper each time he did it. You pressed your lips to his cheekbone, all the way to his lips. Jungkook immediately had his tongue riding into your mouth, placidly kissing you before pulling his cock out and ramming back inside. You stopped kissing him, mouth agape as no sound escaped. He hissed under his breath, jerking your legs up farther onto his torso.
“O-officer J-” You whined, unable to finish your sentence as he continued to rock in and out with such swift, smooth strokes. Jungkook’s eyes bore into yours as his chest heaved with each inhale and exhale, completely drinking you up as you swallowed him in such an easy way. You were captivated by the way Jungkook watched you, in an awed way, but with a look you’d never seen him give. Passion? You couldn’t tell. You were enjoying the way he felt too much.
Tipping your head back, you let out a low moan, ripping open the button down Jungkook wore. He pulled his arms away so you could get him out of it. You were thankful Jungkook always took off his protective gear worn underneath while at work, or else you’d both have a little trouble.
He picked up your thighs, pulling out of you fully to push you back onto the bed. Jungkook was kicking his shoes off and yanking down the rest of his clothes as he crawled over top of you.
“On your knee’s.” He instructed quickly, no hint of demanding demeanor anymore, because he was just as desperate to feel you as you were for him. You got onto all 4′s, steadying your body as Jungkook took hold of your hips.
Without hesitation he slammed back into you as deeply as he could, pulling you into his lap. One of Jungkook’s hands held your breast, the other firmly pressing against your clit and rubbing it in harsh circles. You cursed loudly, tipping your head back onto Jungkook’s shoulder. He was nipping, sucking, kissing your neck as much as he could while you circled your hips around his length. The both of you were groaning, muttering each other’s names under your breath as your core tightened under all the pleasure.
You were first to finish, coming on Jungkook as he worked himself out. He tweaked your nipples, pressing into you harder than before. You whined for him, over stimulation making your knee’s shake.
“J-just…” Jungkook panted under you, hot breath hitting your vibrantly colored shoulder. “I’m almost done…So close-”
And he was close, Jungkook came in two more strokes, tipping his head back toward the ceiling and groaning as he did. He let go of you, allowing you to get off of his lap before laying down next to you to catch his breath.
“You know…” You breathed, exhaling long and hard as you watched Jungkook sit up to go toward the bathroom. He paused, looking at you with a small smile on his lips.
“You ripped your good white shirt.”
“What?” He looked toward the door, where it was, and then back at you. A pout was suddenly capturing his lips and his brows raised. “I liked that shirt.”
Your night had started off with a text. There wasn’t anything obscure about that. ‘I’m on my way over’ It read. That was a normal message that you would receive on a Friday night after a long, tiresome day of university classes that had you only being able to see your best friend for 50 minutes during lunch time. So since you started university a year ago, your Friday nights consisted of you and Jungkook lazing around in your dorm, watching a movie and talking about each other’s day.
But the moment he walked through your door, you could tell by the way he was acting that something was up. At first you thought it was just because of the cold weather, knowing he hated the cold, especially when it was snowy and icy outside. He had greeted you with a soft hello, a smile on his slightly blue lips as he shrugged his coat off and kicked his shoes to the side before coming to sit beside you on the sofa, reaching over to give you a quick hug before turning his attention to the programme you had on the television, muttering a comment on how cold it was outside . He soon settled in burrowing himself beneath the blankets and resting his head on your shoulder. You asked him if everything was all right, knowing Jungkook would only tell you his problems if you asked, but all you received back was an ’I’m fine’, so you didn’t question him any further. Maybe he was just having a bad day, you thought and let it slip from your mind for the time being.
If you were new friends, maybe the lingering touches on your thighs or hands beneath the covers would have gave it away. Maybe the shaky breaths that kept getting caught between his lips whenever you moved a little too much to have the skirt you were wearing raise a little would have gave it away. Maybe if you had paid closer attention you might have even been able to hear his heartbeat increase as you rested your head on his chest, or see the little droplets of sweat accumulate on his forehead beneath his messy hair. But you weren’t new friends. You had known this boy since the both of you were in diapers, growing up on the same road in Busan, your parents being close friends, so inevitably you and Jungkook became friends. He was the first friend you ever made, and honestly, the only friend you ever had until university forced you to expand your friendship group as Jungkook and you were apart more than you saw each other due to the differences in your timetables. Because you had known him so long, you paid no attention to the shy touches and lingering glances that you felt as you focused on the small television in front of you.
I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought today was Tuesday for some reason and was going to say that the chapter should be out before Sunday but nope…it’s Friday….somehow. It’s like I’m losing time or something. Anyways, I expect chapter 4 to be out sometime next week, probably in the second half of the week. But enjoy this preview for now!
He wasn’t bothered by seeing you and Jungkook kiss. If anyone had asked Yoongi he would have denied it. The image of Jeon leaned over, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, your tear and mascara stained cheeks tinted pink, and the way your eyes fluttered close was most certainly not something that popped into his mind frequently. He had no qualms with you being the one to have kissed Jeon, because he was certain from his vantage point that had most certainly been what happened. He just wasn’t bothered by it at all. The fact that he left the party immediately after watching Yoojung drag you out of the building was merely because he was tired. He left Matilda at the party without speaking another word to her. He just pushed himself away from the wall he had leaned against while he watched you and Jungkook and left her there. But he completely did not care at all. The reason the blinds to the glass wall of his office had been permanently opened for two days was because he was keeping an eye on employees. It had absolutely nothing to do with watching you and the people who stopped by your desk during the day.
Sure, he had noticed that Jeon still brought you coffee and some form of baked goods every morning like some love struck child but he had only made a note of that because he was the boss and needed to know what his employees were up to. He had also noticed that you had come to work the past two days in pants, something you hadn’t done in ages, and he made a mental note of that too – but only because he had received complaints from your supervisors before about your work attire. It also hadn’t gone unnoticed that every time Jeon departed from your desk he would catch Yoongi’s eyes in a dark and threatening stare. He had made a note of that too for future reference in case Jeon decided to become aggressive at work. It was nothing more than that.
In short, the argument between you and Yoongi, the kiss between you and Jeon, the fact that you hadn’t spoken to him since that night, none of it bothered him. Life continued on as usual for him. He had had to masturbate more often than he was comfortable with because he was certain you wouldn’t respond to his texts but that had been his own doing after all. He knew what the consequences of ranting the way he had were. Everything was fine. He was completely fine with the way things were. If someone had asked him about it he would have made sure that they understood he was totally at ease. Never better.
Of course, the amount of pens on his desk that bore teeth marks might have said differently. It was a stupid habit he had picked up as a kid and he wasn’t sure why it had reemerged the morning after the party but he wasn’t concerned. Sure, he wasn’t sleeping through the night anymore but he was certain that had everything to do with his increased coffee consumption and nothing to do with how he couldn’t get the image out of his head of you obviously trying to hold back your tears in that stupid manager’s office. The way your lip was tucked between your teeth, your brows simultaneously raised and wrinkled, your eyes filled with an obvious shine, the tip of your nose reddening with the threat of impending tears. That was the image that haunted him when he was alone in his bed, his eyelids snapped shut in a desperate bid to coax sleep. But he was positive it was the coffee.
Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything, so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered and please don’t do drugs.
A/N: I don’t know, I’m sorry. You should probably read fromPart 1, because this will just spoil everything for you. Also, I don’t know why I keep doing that thing with the milk, just view it as a metaphor. None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners.
When your phone receiver buzzed, you were poised and ready, jabbing your index finger against the speaker button. “Yes?”
“Morning, ma’am.” Jaebum’s voice drifted through the device, as cheerful as it always was, despite it just being a couple hours past sunrise.
“Good morning, Jaebum.” You murmured, only filling the small gap of silence before he continued with what you’d been dreading to hear all morning.
“There’s someone here to see you,” He continued and you slowly exhaled. “A Miss Sorin Park.”
Your tongue glided over the edges of your teeth and back again, buying yourself time to settle the simmering annoyance that had been bubbling within you since last night. “Send her up.”
