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“Jungkook, stop it.” You gasp, body betraying you with an arch of your back, further melting into him. He doesn’t do as he’s told, continuing to trail kisses down your neck. Still, your hands continues to push against his shoulders weakly, a losing battle in an attempt to pry away from him. Another gasp escapes you when he kisses a certain spot, he knows, makes you weak in the knees.
“Doesn’t sound like you want me to stop baby,” he mumbles against your skin.
“We’re in the library!” You hiss when he brings his face to yours, face full of mischief.
He only smiles, as if this is perfectly normal. Finally his arms remove themselves from around your waist, only to move lower, down the sides of your hips. He takes a step forward and you move back only to bump against the bookshelf behind you.
A student walks past just then, the poor soul muttering a soft apology as if he had just walked in on you. But this is a public place. Anyone is allowed to be here. And that’s exactly what Jungkook counts on, you think. Quite frankly, the thought of being caught in the act with Jungkook is making you feel a little hot around the collar right now.
“If you stay quiet, we could—”
“Some of us have a class to get to,” You hum, tipping your head to the side in that way he thinks is cute. “In fact, yours started half an hour ago.”
Your hands run over his shoulders and down his arms, smoothing over black jacket. Moving his face closer, he kisses you gently and slowly, almost as if he’s afraid you would break if he goes any rougher. “You're always so good...” He sighs.
“Well maybe...if you're good too, and stop missing classes, I might just let you...”
“Let me what?”
You shrug, “Guess you'll have to be a good boy and find out?”
Something flickers in his eyes and you felt a tingle down south when his tongue moves over his bottom lip. Firm hands tighten on your hips and move upwards stopping at your waist, pushing your shirt along the way slightly exposing the lower part of your stomach. Your own hands grab on to the hem of his shirt, twisting the material in your grip nervously.
“If you wanted a good boy, you wouldn't have agreed to go out with me.” He says, as a matter of fact.
As much as you want to disagree with him, he’s right and he knows it. But, it's not that Jungkook is bad, he’s just not good either. There were always rumours about him, and a group of friends, doing things you would never even consider, risking getting expelled. Though, those rumours don’t distract from him being one of the hottest people on campus. Girls and guys still flock to every game he plays and throw themselves at him at every chance they get.
Before last week, chances of ever having to interact or have an actual conversation with Jungkook were slim to none, so you thought you had nothing to worry about, only ever stealing glances at his intimidating back view when you spot him in the hallways. Pathetic, but harmless. Sometimes though, he’d stop by the café you work at. Which is exactly how you crossed paths with him.
Initially, it was the brushing of your fingers when you pass him his coffee over the counter. Unintentionally, you always think, but then you look up and he winks. He’s always seated at the corner, next to the window but just out of reach enough to stay away from the areas which get direct sunlight during the day. Then moving forward, he would catch you off guard while you’re cleaning tables, walking up behind you to whisper in your ear, “Coffee’s good.” Lucky for you, he would walk off after without sparing a second glance, so he couldn’t see the flustered look on your face.
Working at the café, it isn’t uncommon for customers to get touchy with you at times. Especially weekend nights, where you close a little later than usual. These guys aren’t strangers either, people you know from around school. Perhaps because of that, they find you too easy a target.
“Hey, let me go.” You twist against his hold on your wrist but he’s much stronger. Using your free hand to pry his fingers off is futile and together with a friend, they laugh mockingly before sharing a high-five. “Come on, give me a break!”
“We just want your company sweetheart,” they speak with a tone of fake sincerity, which makes your blood boil. Often, you manage to avoid them, choosing to occupy yourself with the other customers, feigning ignorance to their calls. This time though, you had no choice. It’s closing time and they’re the only patrons left, so reluctantly, you head over to their table, where they were waiting with cunning smiles on their faces, to tell them to leave.
Over the counter, Hana, your co-worker and closest friend puts down the cloth she was using to wipe down the counter, and makes her way to your side, trying to help you. You tell her to get her phone out. “We’ll call the cops.” You threaten, lips quivering, getting a little worried.
The guy scoffs, expression changing to one of frustration, as if you’re the one giving him a hard time. “You’re just being difficult.” He tugs harder and you resist, putting pressure on your feet so hard that your heels hurt. By this time, your wrists were red and hurting. You’d surely bruise from this. You yank harder but this time, he lets go on purpose, sending you flying backwards.
The fall you anticipate never comes. It wasn’t tables or chairs or the hardwood floor that broke your fall. Instead, you had landed onto someone, his hands grabbing hold of your arms to keep you steady. “You alright?” He asks from behind you. That voice. So familiar.
When you steadied yourself back on your feet, he was already moving to stand in front of you, forming a wall between you and the duo. You hadn’t even noticed when he entered, busy panicking to hear the sound of the bells attached to the door jingle. The black of his jacket that spreads over his wide shoulders obstructs your view of the fear in their faces. “We got a problem here?”
Jungkook’s shoulders were at your eye level and the scent of his cologne filled the air around you.
“Hey, we were just having some fun dude…”
His sudden appearance causes a switch of roles in an instant. No one wanted to get in Jungkook’s bad books.
“Doesn’t look like she was enjoying it at all.” His steps are measured and heavy as he walks up to their table. At that moment, those two knew they fucked up. But Jungkook isn’t that mean – he could beat them up to a pulp right now if he wanted to. Then again, he enjoys seeing the terrified look on the faces of his prey even more. Hands shoot up to clutch the collar of the one who had his hands on you earlier, lifting his butt off the seat. The other looks on helplessly. “Maybe I should have some fun, dudes.”
As good as it sounds to let those boys get what they deserve – and also ridiculously hot on Jungkook’s part – you don’t want to deal with the mess of broken tables or chairs and having to explain to your boss why there’s blood everywhere. Also, watching someone get beaten up was never something you could endure. So you stop Jungkook with your hand on his arm. He diverts his attention to you, “Not here.” You say.
Maybe you imagined it, but his jaw softened a little when he looked at you. Turning back to the two boys, he tenses up again. Though he lets go this time, taking your advice. “Count your blessings. Next time you won't be so lucky.” A sigh of relief comes from the two, scrambling to their feet when Jungkook nods towards the exit.
“Thank you Jungk—oh my gosh you're hurt!” A striking bruise on his left cheek catches your eye, only realising it now, since he had his back to you the entire time. Still red, which means it’s fresh. He must have gotten caught in a fight just before this. And yet here he is almost getting into another. You click your tongue at him before getting him some ice from behind the counter. Hana settles the rest of the closing as you tend to Jungkook.
“Don't look at me like that,” he says, “I'm fine.”
“No you're not,” the ice-wrapped towel is making your hand numb but you don’t mind. He winces as you presses it harder against his cheek. “Thank you, by the way.”
He smiles wide, one that makes you feel things, especially being so close to him like this. You almost sigh when his warm hand wraps around your own icy hand. Even when you literally can’t feel your hand, it tingles his touch. He takes the ice in his own hands and let yours rest on your lap.
“I guess you owe me now.”
“What?” You laugh. “That's not how it works.”
“That's exactly how it works! I help you and then you say thanks I owe you one, then we go out for dinner and—”
“Who says I'm going out for dinner with you?” The indifference in your voice doesn't fool him. Or yourself. Pretending your insides weren't flipping at the thought of going on a date with Jeon Jungkook, is harder than you thought it would be.
His big eyes watch you closely, studying your face. Under his stare, you can’t help but sweat, choosing to look away when he doesn't. Then he moves closer, lips brushing against your ear to whisper, “We could skip the dinner and do something else, if you want.”
Goosebumps spreads over your neck and maybe over other places too. He smiles triumphantly, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants you, then bringing his face to yours, admires the shy smile on your face. He would kiss you if you let him.
And maybe he was going to anyway. But the sound of revving motors snaps the both of you back to this world. His expression changes, leaving his boyish smile for you to miss. Outside, where his bike was parked on the sidewalk, a few other bikes had gathered and you figure they’re his company.
“I have to go,” He says regretfully, though his face shows indifference. Before stepping out the door, he turns to face you again, “so dinner, yes?”
You nod, to which he gives a small smile before leaving, not looking back.
He returns the next night, leaning against his bike as he watches you lock up. You bid goodbye to your friend who winks, gesturing in Jungkook’s direction with her eyes. After the night before, she had spent the whole day waiting for him to show up, just so she could watch you two flirt. And she wasn't subtle about it either, sighing out loud every thirty minutes when he doesn't appear.
“Stay safe!” She yells, running off in the other direction before you can throw a shoe at her. Embarrassed, you walk up to him with eyes downcast. He lifts your chin up and asks, “Where to?”
That night, you let Jungkook take you to your favourite ramen place. And the next night. And the next. By the fourth night, you’re kissing each other desperately. Your back against the wall, right outside of the door to your apartment, hips pushed back with Jungkook keeping you in place, his leg in between yours.
Hands trail up your shirt, resting against your bare skin. When they try to go higher, you stop them, “I'm gonna go now.” You say cheekily, out of breath.
“Fuck, seriously? Now?”
You nod, a satisfied smile playing on your face. He doesn’t push you any further and observes you as you fish for your keys and unlock the door. Before you can push it open, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in this time for a long, slow kiss.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?”
It’s a confession, you think, in his own way, which means to say he wants to continue seeing you. And he has, ever since.
There’s more to him than what goes around, you’ve come to find. He’s actually quite funny. Granted, there are things he doesn't tell you, especially things concerning after school and weekend activities. Sometimes, he picks you up in an expensive looking car, one you know for a fact isn't his. But you don't question it, and he doesn't tell you either.
Right now, he's looking at you curiously, brows furrowing at your lack of response. “You're right,” your hands slide down his front, and his muscles tense under your touch, “But I'm not looking for a good boy. Or a bad boy. I'm just trying to make sure you don't fail your classes.”
“Didn't know you cared so much,” he scoffs, immediately regretting it after, seeing your face drop. He didn't intend for it to sound as harsh as it did. “I was just joking...”
Though your chest tightens, you brush it off with a shake of your head. Cup his face in your hands, you tell him, “Of course I care about you Jungkook, I—"
A kiss cuts you off and you forget what you were about to say. Around his neck, your arms pull him in, closing the gap between you. You just wanted more of him, always.
“Cute.”
From somewhere behind him, someone comments. You pull away from each other, the sound of lips smacking filling the air.
Your gazes fall onto the surprise guest. He stands against the opposite shelf, arms crossed, enjoying the show before him. Recognising the jersey he dons, you realise he’s one of Jungkook's frat brothers.
“Hoseok,” Jungkook breathes, “what are you doing here?”
The other boys shrugs and moves to stand next to you. Obviously, with no comprehension of the concept of personal space, or maybe he just doesn’t care.
“I saw you walking towards the library. Thought it was weird so I followed you.” He gives you a once over, nodding his head in approval without even trying to be discreet. Part of you wants to think of it as a compliment but the other half is grossed out. “Maybe I should start coming to the library too.” He smiles, way too innocently after saying that.
“Watch it.” Jungkook warns, voice a little tense.
“Couldn't help but overhear –“
“You mean eavesdrop.” Jungkook interjects. Just like all the other times when there was a slight chance of his secrets being exposed, his walls go up and body language changes. All the things he never tells you about is slowly catching up with him. And he hates feeling like it’s not in his control.
“You’re trying to make him go for classes? Been there, done that,” Hoseok's lips purse as he recalls. “Getting him to put in effort? Don’t waste your time.”
His words make Jungkook’s ears go red, though you can’t tell if it’s from anger or embarrassment. Maybe both. Head hanging low and facing away from both Hoseok and you, he stays quiet. You try to bring him back to you, tapping on his cheek, but he doesn’t budge.
"That's okay. I'm sure he just needs some motivation to push him in the right direction.”
Your words ease him into finally looking at you, which he does so timidly, observing you with big anxious eyes. Allowing you to cup one side of his face, thumb rubbing gently against his cheek, he leans into your touch.
“Well, that’s new.” Hoseok mutters to himself, loud enough for only him to hear.
“What was that?”
“I said you're right.”
Your smug smile that follows amuses Hoseok. He has a good feeling about you. Jungkook takes you in a hug, and you take this chance to whisper in his ear, “I meant what I said. Be a good boy and go to class, then we'll talk.”
When you let go, he nods. “You should go to class now.”
“Okay.” You lift your forgotten backpack off the floor and swing it over your shoulder. Then you turn to Hoseok. “Will you do me a favour? Be my eyes and let me know if he goes for class or not?”
“You got it, boss.” His smile reaches his eyes and for a moment dimples appear by the corners of his mouth. Cute.
“Bye Jungkook.” You wave before disappearing round the corner of the shelf.
Jungkook sighs when you leave, feeling a mixture of relief and missing you at the same time. He doesn't realise the fond look blooming on Hoseok's face till the older boy voices out. “Oh, this is bad Jeon...”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re practically shooting hearts out of your eyes for this girl,” he shakes his head.
“We're just...hanging out.”
“Sure bud.” The older boy pats his shoulder when he walks up to Jungkook, standing next to him, facing the direction in which you left. “You didn't look at her ass once when she walked off. And you looked like you were about to cry too.”
Jungkook stays silent, not wanting to confirm Hoseok's allegations, knowing he’s only doing this to get a reaction. But by doing so, he already did. Hoseok knows this boy too well to know he wouldn't be spending so much time with someone if he didn't care for them.
“Just one little advice,” Hoseok's voice drops, highlighting his seriousness, “she seems pretty cool. Do yourself a favour and don't let this one go. All those other jobs you've been doing...don't drag her into it.”
“I know that.” Jungkook turns to him, provoked by the mention of the things he does outside, which is none of Hoseok, or his other brothers’ business.
“Do you?” Hoseok chides. “Look, what you do in your own time, that's your life. We know that. But that doesn't mean that we're not aware of what you actually do. And how dangerous it is.
Hoseok takes a breather, letting Jungkook process his words before continuing. “Maybe as your frat brothers, we're not worth changing anything in your life for. And hey no hard feelings or whatever. But now, if you want her to be in the picture then….think it over Jungkook. This is your chance to turn your life around.”
Jungkook's eyes soften and Hoseok knows his words hit a spot. He walks off without saying goodbye, knowing well enough that the younger boy was far too deep in his head to care anyways.
Jungkook mulls over Hoseok's words. They weigh heavy on his shoulders. He also thinks about you. His secrets are secrets for a reason. He never tell you anything because he's too ashamed of himself. Many times, he's tried to change but things never fall into place. This time, he thinks, maybe it'll be different.
Something else Hoseok said also plays in his head.
You didn't look at her ass once when she walked off. And damn it, he was right.
Buzzing from the pocket of his jacket disturbs his thoughts of trying to recall how your ass feels in his hand. When unlocks the screen, he smiles way too big for someone who just received a text from a person who they’re just hanging out with.
you: you better be in class or else
you: send me a proof pic if you are
jungkook: could've just asked if you wanted a pic of me saved on your phone
you: shut up
Jungkook: you get one if i get one
you: [file received]
His fingers have never saved anything faster than when the picture you sent loads, showing you propped up against your elbow, cheek against your palm, tilting your head to the side with a warm smile on your face. He holds on to the bookshelf for support and runs a hand through his hair.
Fuck.