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“I can’t believe you’re dating him,” Sunhee rests against her hands with her feet spread out before her while her eyes are trained on Jeon Jungkook, running after a soccer ball across the field. He tackles the ball from the opposing team effortlessly, sliding over the grass to gain possession. It’s unfair how gorgeous he looks even with dirt and grass all over.
“Yeah me neither,” you sigh, sitting on the ground and bending forward, reaching for your calves in a stretch. Which is what everyone else, including Sunhee, is supposed to be doing. Instead, she’s been talking about Jungkook non-stop.
Hana stands next to you, stretching her arms over her front. “So much for all those times you said it’s nothing when he was flirting with you at work. Now he’s your boyfriend.”
“I wouldn’t call him my boyfriend exactly.”
“You guys have been exclusive for the past three months!” Sunhee hisses in your ear, getting on all fours, crawling to you. You roll your eyes and turn away from her, sending Hana a look.
Behind you, the Track and Field coach calls for members to gather before him. As you walk over, the girls continue their discussion over Jungkook. The past three months have been great, you won’t lie. You’re just uncertain about this relationship. Okay, maybe you could get used to a little staring and whispering, although walking down the hallways does seem much longer than they used to. But finding what they’re saying about you is a whole other thing.
When word got around that Jungkook and you were a thing, it was hot news for a good few weeks. Jeon Jungkook dating someone long term? Interesting.
You never ask but Sunhee likes to think she’s doing you a favour by letting you know everything she hears about Jungkook and you. There were bets on when you two would break up. Some even think Jungkook is doing this as part of a bet. Basically, everything came down to when Jeon Jungkook would be done with you.
Jungkook doesn’t like to think too much about what people say about him. You don’t know if he knows the things you do, but he doesn’t talk about it and you worry over upsetting him by bringing it up.
“I don’t think he’s dated someone for more than a week,” Sunhee huffs. “You’ve been sleeping with him for three months.”
“Um…” Your voice softens, “we haven’t exactly gotten round to that.”
Both heads snap in your direction. You walk ahead as the coach calls for everyone on the team to gather round him before he explains the plan for the week. Quick steps catch up with you from behind.
“You’re telling me,” Sunhee whispers, “that you’ve been seeing that man for months and you guys haven’t…..?” She waves her hands around dramatically.
“Don’t judge. You’re stressing her out.” Hana murmurs, standing between Sunhee and you. “That’s totally fine Y/N. Don’t listen to her.” Hana smiles at you reassuringly. You sigh internally, dividing your attention from the coach to look at Jungkook. He’s bent over, hands supporting himself on his knees, laughing at something his teammate is doing.
Your gut tells you not to overthink it. But you do.
Three months ago, you didn’t know him. You were less likely to be affected by silly rumours, even if it was the first week you dated because back then he was only some guy. Now, it’s different. You know more about Jungkook, possibly more than anyone you know. He opens up to you so easily, something that secretly scares even himself. He’s sweet, kind, sometimes annoying but always lovely. You’re starting to really like him. And the thought of him breaking it off once he’s bored with you, kills you a little on the inside. Sure, you think you know him, but do you really?
“All right, let’s start with rounds around the track.”
Jogging doesn’t give you much of a distraction, especially with Jungkook right there. Hana catches your unusual vibe and nudges your side, “Hey, don’t worry too much. If it’s bothering you, maybe you should talk to him about it?”
“And say what?” You mutter lamely. Not like you haven’t thought about doing that already. In fact, you do, many times a day and you end up talking yourself out of it every time.
“Just tell him how you feel,” Sunhee says in between breaths.
“Ew,” you groan.
The two girls follow your line of sight towards Jungkook’s game as you jog around the track. His coach blows the whistle and he jogs off the field, switching parts with a teammate. He high fives his substitute and as he walks to the sidelines, takes off his shirt in one swoop and you watch the sight unfold in slow motion, sweat dripping down his firm abs.
“Holy shit.” Sunhee sighs.
“Woah—” You trip over your own feet, falling onto the track and scraping your right knee slightly. You roll over to your back, hugging your knee till the pain subsides.
“Oh my god are you okay?” The girls hurry to your side. You wave them off, refusing their help. Nothing’s broken or out of place and you sigh in relief. Feeling embarrassed, you don’t get up straight away.
“I’m fine I think.” They stand over you now and with the sun shining bright behind them, you can’t really make out their faces. Which is good because looking at faces filled with pity, makes it much worse. You close your eyes for a beat.
When you open them, a third head appears in between them and you squint curiously. “You alright?” He speaks out of breath, like he was running before this. Great. Just who you need, watching you lay on the ground after almost breaking your face. Probably saw the whole thing too.
The girls’ attention diverts to Jungkook when he speaks. Sunhee doesn’t even try to be subtle, giving him a once-over. He doesn’t notice though, neither does he care, eyes trained only on you.
“No, I’m not. Just leave me here to rot, okay?”
He laughs and holds out a hand, which you don’t accept initially but the sound of your coach yelling at you to get up makes you sigh and you allow him to pull you back up on your feet. You almost fall into him but manage to find your balance, maintaining a safe distance to him.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
You tell your friends you’ll catch up with them soon and they nod, continuing their rounds, leaving you and Jungkook alone.
“Bad day?” Jungkook asks gently, pushing stray hairs away from your face. Your heart eases a little at the gesture.
“Mhmm,” you reply softly, brushing gravel off your knees. You don’t make eye contact with him and he notices. It’s been going on for a while now. Not that he doesn’t care much to ask, he figures you’ll tell him when you’re ready.
He steps closer and you react, stumbling back slightly. But you look at him this time. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”
“Not while you’re naked and sweaty in the middle of this sports ground.”
He laughs, running his hands through his hair. “How about when I’m naked and sweaty in my room?”
“I’m leaving.” You huff, stepping to the side, trying to walk past him but he’s faster, moving in to stand in your way. “Okay, okay…” He holds up his hands in defeat, though he enjoys this way too much.
“I have something that’ll cheer you up. Come over to my place later?”
You think it over in your head. Maybe you can talk to him then. With a sigh, you agree and he smiles wide.
“Awesome. See you later.” Before you can reply, he swoops in and cups your cheeks to press his lips on yours. You don’t pull away, surprised. Almost immediately, the coaches blow their whistles simultaneously, yelling at the both of you. You almost stumble when he lets go and runs off, leaving you hot, flushed and in a daze.
He ponders over why he likes you so much. There’s nothing special about you, not in a bad way, yet you’re the only person he cares to think about every day. “Will you stop looking at me like that? It’s borderline creepy.” You boop his nose with your finger and he tries to bite it, holding your wrist in place while you struggle to pull away.
“I’m creepy?” He asks, hovering above you. The bed underneath squeaks when he moves to press his lips against yours, arms next to your head. “I’m just looking. What’s wrong with looking at my girlfriend?”
You stop playing with the chain around his neck, “Girlfriend?” You ask.
He cocks a brow at the sudden burst of giddy laughter coming from you. He can’t tell if you’re happy or amused. It’s been three months since that first date, but you still haven’t discussed this sort of thing yet. Sure, you like each other, or at least you know you like him and he knows he likes you, but you’ve never really talked about it.
“You like it that much huh?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” You pull him by the shirt so rough, he almost falls completely on you.
Your hands cup his face to bring him closer but he resists, pulling away once again. You pout when he does. “I have something to show you,” He says before removing himself from the spot between your legs, jumping off the bed to his desk. It’s an assignment, you can tell from the cover page. Sitting up to receive it, you glance at him curiously. But then you realise the huge A imprinted in red at the top of the page and you blink repeatedly. He aced his work.
“Oh my god,” You mutter to yourself. “Am I seeing this right?”
He’s grinning wide, obviously proud of himself.
“You’re such a nerd, even I don’t get As!”
His smile drops and he snatches the paper from you when you burst out laughing again. “What did you say?” He crawls back on you with vengeance in his eyes and hands tickling your sides till you can’t breathe. He stops when you admit defeat and rests his head in the crook of your neck. It’s always fun to tease him, you get to see the little pout that forms on his face and his cheeks look chubbier than usual. “I worked really hard on that paper. Did research and everything.”
“Aw, I know. I’m just kidding, I’m proud of you.” You say. He takes advantage of his spot and plants kisses along your neck, giving extra attention to the spots he knows make you weak in the knees.
“You are?” He asks, in between kisses, breath tickling the wet trail he leaves. He doesn’t care anymore and neither do you.
“Of course I am,” You reply breathlessly, gasping when he bites. “You’ve been such…a good boy,”
“I have,” He moves his kisses up your jaw, and then claims your lips. The kiss is slow and heavy, in his control, and his tongue moves tender against yours. You like these kisses. He knows you do. Part of him doesn’t want to stop because he thinks you might make up excuses to leave again like you always do.
But you’ve slipped your hands under his shirt, running your fingers along his front. He likes the way you’re gentle with your touch. He pulls away from the kiss and almost whines when he sees you; lustful eyes and swollen lips. A sight, which has him growing tighter in his sweats.
He takes off his shirt in one swoop, the way boys do, and moves back down to steal another kiss, “You staying this time?” You only nod in response, sending shivers down his arms where you trail your fingers over. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,”
He takes in a breath as you reply, because your hands have slipped further down, gently rubbing over the front of his sweats where you can feel his growing bulge. You smile up at him and he’s watching you almost hesitantly while your hand is on his crotch. You nod reassuringly, and he takes that as permission.
He focuses his attention to your middle, mouth hovering over your exposed skin where he’s hiked the hem of your shirt up. He starts to push it further up but your hands stop him. When he looks up at you, your attention isn’t on him anymore but towards the door. Where Jimin is standing, watching with a smile on his face.
“Can we help you?” Jungkook asks, tense.
“Hm? Oh. I’m just here to let you know there’s food downstairs if you’re hungry.” He smiles sweetly at the younger boy eyes shifting to you.
“Okay, thanks.”
It’s not like the hint flies over his head. He gets it. But he’s also Jimin. Any other person would’ve left, closed the door and went on their way. But Jimin doesn’t move from his position, and has the nerve to look confused when you don’t resume.
“We’re kind of in the middle of something,” You say, cocking your brow at him.
“Don’t mind me-”
“I do mind.”
Jungkook jumps off the bed and Jimin almost flinches. He holds his hands out in front of him, “You won’t even know I’m here I promise!”. But Jungkook shoves him away from the door, and closes it in his face. Locking it right away. “Next time then?” You hear him shouting from the outside.
You sit up and watch Jungkook roll his eyes as he makes his way back to you, “Sorry. Now where were we…”
He rests one knee on the bed and leans in to kiss you, cupping your face. It’s soft and sweet, almost out of place, as if you weren’t just palming his length a while ago. You sigh into the kiss and he looks at you, trying to read you. “What’re you thinking about?” He asks.
“A lot of things.”
“Like what?”
You fall back onto his pillows and tug his arm so he joins you, resting between your legs. “Like how much I like you.”
“I like you too.” He smiles, and sighs after. “Even though you can be really annoying sometimes. And stubborn.”
“If I’m that annoying just say so. I can leave-”
“You’re not going anywhere. Not this time.” He whispers against you lips. Warm hands slip under your shirt, running over your sides as they move up, tugging your shirt off. Your jeans go next, unbuttoned and kicked to the floor in a hurry.
He slides the straps of your bra off your shoulder, to push the material down, exposing your breasts. You bite your bottom lip when he laps at your right breast, running his tongue around the nipple. He switches sides and closely watches your reaction to his every move. When he bites, you gasp and your thighs squeeze reflexively. Jungkook groans when the action exerts pressure on his crotch between your legs.
He slips his hand where you’re wet and aching, feeling you up under the material. Abandoning your breast, he returns to give you a kiss which you moan into, as his hand continues down south. He slips a finger in and you grab his hair, pulling him closer. “More,” You whisper against his lips.
He complies, adding two more fingers, noting your eyes fluttering close and mouth part. Your hands move to his forearm while his free hand is next to your head, pushing hairs away from your forehead where you’re starting to sweat. Butterflies in your tummy intensifies when you feel his fingers stroking your walls, building up a rhythm. A breathy moan slips out when he goes faster and he peppers kisses along your jaw. You tighten your grip on his arm, resisting the urge to fuck his hand. He likes how you’re biting your lip and trying to stay quiet. He curls his fingers, scratching that itch inside you and your hips buck as your fingers dig into his arm. Resilient, still no sound save for a soft whine. But he’d like to see how long you can keep that up.
You don’t even realise he’s playing his own little game of trying to make you scream, too distracted by what’s going on inside you. That doesn’t mean though, that you don’t feel his length hardening against your thigh, where he’s hooked one leg over yours to keep you from closing your legs together. You think to move your leg against him but before you do, a moan escapes you, much to his pleasure.
It’s when he’s palming at your clit that you suddenly lose all sense, mewling in response and breathing heavy. You bring his face to yours in a kiss. He senses the change in your body when you tense up, one hand back on his arm for support as you ride his fingers. He enjoys this way too much, watching you lose yourself over just his fingers. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of you so lewd it’s turning him on even more.
A quiet “Oh fuck,” from you, and he pulls his fingers away. For a moment, you don’t comprehend the loss, confused. Once you come to your senses, your eyes shoot open and he flinches, actually afraid for a second.
“You were having too much fun on your own.” He shrugs and you think about getting yourself off in front of him and leaving him with an angry boner. “Don’t look at me like that,” he coos, kissing you sloppily.
You say nothing and switch your positions so that you’re on top, deepening the kiss with your tongue. His hand wraps around the back of your neck, reminding you he’s still in charge. “You want fun?” You say, when you pull away, “I’ll show you fun.”
If anything, the playful grin on your face makes him throb with excitement. He watches eagerly as you leave a trail of kisses down his chest, abs and on the skin just above the waistband of his sweats. You let the tip of your tongue graze against it lightly, watching him gulp.
He shimmys out of his sweats and underwear, and you free yourself of your bra and panties, throwing them over the bed. It’s sticky between your legs and when the cool air hits, it gives you tingles all over. He touches himself while watching you and you give him a peck on the lips. Then you replace his hand on his cock with yours, feeling him up slowly.
You move down, legs over his, both hands moving up and down his length. When you come to a stop to tease him, he moves his hips in a slow rhythm, fucking into your hand. Mesmerising, the way his hips move, abs clenching as they do. You almost forget you’re the one doing the teasing.
You lick your lips hungrily and lower your mouth to the tip, hovering over his head and teasing him with kitten licks. “Fuck,” he curses, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushes your head down so you take a mouthful of him in. You moan against his cock, making sure he feels it. He guides your movement in the pace he likes, your hands on his base.
After a while, his hands go slack, and you take the chance to quicken your pace, taking him in as deep as you’re able to, then pulling back slowly, making sure he feels everything. When you reach the tip, you suck on it hard, eliciting a moan from him. You look at him and see his hand in his hair and face fucked out; looking absolutely gorgeous. Opening his eyes to look at you, you think you hear a little whine.
You go down on him again, keeping eye contact as you do. He’s deep inside you and he moves his hips a little, testing the waters. When you don’t resist, he continues, fucking your mouth and you meet him halfway, “Fuck, baby…” He breathes, voice hoarse. You’re really not one to mess with when the adrenaline kicks in; he makes a mental note of that.
You grab his hips when he’s thrusting up and take him in deeper, feeling his tip at the back of your throat. Then you swallow. And he stops moving, breathing in deep. He waits for you to pull away before he sits up and grabs your hair, pulling you into a messy kiss.
He switches positions, once again on top of you as he settles between your legs, rubbing his hard cock against your clit. “Please,” You whisper, and he smiles.
“What was that?” He hovers over you and steals a kiss.
You huff, half-annoyed but the stupid grin on his face makes you smile, “I said, please. Fuck me, PLEASE.”
He reaches over to the drawer for a condom and you watch as he rolls it over his cock and spreads lube over it.
He holds your thighs open and aligns himself to your entrance. The feeling of him stretching your walls forces your eyes shut and you moan and as he moves deeper. He goes slow to get you used to the stretch; loving how you feel around him.
“You feel good,” he mutters, watching you as his thrusts get faster. You hold on to the sheets when he picks up the pace, holding you by the waist and letting your legs wrap around him. He leans in, arms by your head and tips your chin at an angle to kiss you. It’s slow and intimate; his tongue tender against yours. You love these kind of kisses, he knows you do. Your arms wrap around him as he goes in a steady pace, but he pins them above your head instead.
Your eyes close when he goes faster, eyes never leaving you; the pleasure on your face with the way your breasts bounce with every thrust. He hits a certain spot that has you saying his name. And he continues to, wanting to hear more.
He slows down and pulls out. You sigh at the sudden loss but before you can ask, he’s rolling you around, taking your spot and pulling you on top of him. The sudden change of positions had you confused for a hot minute, taking a breather as he settles comfortably on the comforter while holding on to you. You hover over him, carefully taking him back in as you lower yourself, resting your weight on him. He’s balls deep inside and you feel so full you could almost cum again.
“You alright?” He asks, hands on your waist, slowly guiding your movements while paying attention to your expression.
“Yeah,” you breathe, “It’s just been a while.” You’re suddenly hyper aware of his eyes on you, and in this position too, making you feel a little self-conscious.
“What’s wrong?” He senses the slight hesitation in your movements, though the smirk on his face remains.
You shake your head and avoid his eyes. Maybe if you don’t watch him watching you, it won’t be so bad. But he catches on to your intention, and honestly that’s what scares you the most. He knows so much about you already, being able to read what the slightest difference in your demeanour means. Then again, you are an open book.
“You’re doing great baby,” he says, rocking his hips up to grind into you as you ride him. A small whimper escaping you because of the movements. He sits up to meet you, cupping your breasts, rubbing circles on your nipples with his thumb. “Such a good girl,” he whispers, lips to your ear, sending shivers down your neck.
“Don’t do that.” You giggle, turning your head into his neck, pushing his hands away from your sensitive spots. He smiles and kisses your neck nevertheless.
“You like it when I do that,” he mumbles between kisses.
You make him lean back, pushing against his chest. His mouth parts and eyes fixate on the way you move your hips in circles; mesmerising. You lean back and hold on to his thighs for balance, the change of angles hitting sweeter spots inside you, making you throw your head back. You hear him moan as you continue, his hands now on your hips.
You stop momentarily, then lift yourself off him, leaving just the tip of his cock inside you, then dropping back down. “Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so hot.”
His hands dig into your skin as he thrusts into you and you scream. You grab onto his wrists for leverage as he fucks into you, faster and harder, not even concerned about how everyone else in this house can probably hear you. Not when it feels this good.
“Fuck, Jungkook.” The way you say his name fuels him, watching your face twist in pleasure and your breasts bounce with every thrust. He hits deeper than before, knocking the breath right out of you. “Jungkook I’m..close.”
He tugs on your wrists, so you fall into his arms and he can hold you close. You’re gasping as he rams into you ruthlessly. His arms wrap around you as he does and you bring your face up to kiss him. It turns into an open mouth kiss when you feel your orgasm coming. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, loud and dirty. You love the sounds coming from him, rough breathing and grunts with every thrust.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whisper against his lips before letting your head fall into the crook of his neck, “Oh baby, fuck, please cum with me.”
“Shit,” He grunts as his movements get sloppier and you push your hips against his, meeting him halfway. “Fuck Y/N.”
It’s when you hear your name rolling off his tongue, breathless and hot, that you snap, clenching around him. “Jungkook,” you moan out his name as the waves of your orgasm come in strong.
“Oh—fuck yes, fuckfuck” He goes tense for a moment and you feel him shudder against you, his cock throbbing inside you. You hear a deep groan moments later, as he thrusts into you sloppy, keeping his cock inside you after each thrust, feeling you clench around him, milking every last drop of his release.
Both of you lay in place for a while, catching your breath and recovering from your high. You let out a moan when he slips out, leaving you feeling empty and already missing him. He reaches over to remove the condom carefully before disposing it into the bin by the side table.
When you feel his arms around your back again, you sigh. Lifting your head up from his chest, you give him a peck on the cheek and run your fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his sweaty forehead.
“You know, you’re a lot softer during sex than I thought you’d be.” You find interest in the small mole under his lower lip, finger brushing softly against it. A squeeze to your butt makes you squeak and you slap him playfully on the chest. “I was going easy on you,” he reasons.
“Sure, you were…soft boy,” Before you can roll off him to the side, he stops you with a hand to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer but stopping your lips from touching.
“Next time, I’ll fuck your brains out.”
“Promise?”
He chuckles, then kisses you.
“Oh?” Taehyung looks up momentarily from the pan in front of him when you step into the kitchen. “I didn’t know you were still here. Good morning!”
“Good morning,” you reply, taking a seat next to Hoseok who’s eating cereal from the box. He offers you some which you kindly decline. After helping yourself to some milk, you ask, “Should I not be here?”
Taehyung skilfully lifts the pancake a little of the pan and flips it over to allow the other side to cook. His hands busy themselves with the remaining batter while he waits. “Nah I’m just not used to Jungkook being home during the weekends I guess. He’s usually off to—“
Hoseok coughs on cue, looking directly at Taehyung as he does. Even his hands stop their motion of stirring the remaining batter and he stares at the bowl, biting his bottom lip. You watch on curiously as Hoseok tries to cover for him. “Jungkook’s usually not home over the weekend.” Is all he says.
“I see.”
“Is he up yet?” Hoseok asks casually.
“Yeah. He’s in the shower.”
“Would you like pancakes?” Taehyung attempts to direct the conversation elsewhere and for the sake of it, you go along. You don’t know if they’re not telling you because Jungkook doesn’t want them to or because they think it might scare you off. Doesn’t matter to you though, you already know it’s not good.
“Sure, thanks Taehyung.” You thank him and take the plate he offers you. The first bite surprises you because it’s actually good. You wonder why they resort to junk food when obviously Taehyung has a knack for cooking. Which is also unfair when you think about the fact that they eat junk food and look as good as they do.
“I’m going off,” Hoseok mutters, putting away the cereal box. He gulps down a glass of orange juice then gives you a goodbye hug.“See you.” He smiles brightly, leaving the kitchen.
When you hear the front door close, you turn to Taehyung with an intent. He notices the weird vibe and eyes you from the stove where he’s finishing the last of the batter. Out of all the boys in this house, he’s probably the easiest to crack. “Hey,” you abandon your seat to stand next to him, smile dripping with honey.
“Don’t even think about it.” He warns, flipping the last pancake on the pan. All to avoid you, he moves swiftly, clearing up the used bowls and utensils, brushing past you to the sink. You trail behind as he moves back and forth.
“Aw, but Tae,” you whine. “I just wanna ask a few questions.”
He sighs, turning off the stove and slipping the last pancake onto a plate for himself, then carelessly leaving the pan in the sink along with the other plates. You hug his arm and pout your lips for attention. His resolve falters not because he feels sorry for you, but because you plead for your life and all he wants this morning was a peaceful time with his pancakes. “Please Taehyung, pleasepleasepleaseplease—“
“Fine,” he turns to you, finally. “What do you want to know?”
“What were you saying about Jungkook? What does he do?”
The next few minutes he stares at you in silence, pondering over what to tell you. “Sorry, can’t tell you that.”
You huff in annoyance at his reply, crossing your arms across your chest and staring at him with a frown on your face. He finds it cute though and laughs as he pinches your cheeks.
“What can you tell me then?” You figure settling for some information is better than nothing.
“Hm,” he chews on a mouthful of pancakes, thinking it over. “I can tell you he goes off every friday night and comes back on monday morning. He comes back smelling like smoke. Sometimes he looks high, but I shall assume nothing. Occasionally, he disappears on other days of the week. Not recently, though. Not since you came around.”
You smile at the last part. “Do you know if…it’s bad stuff?”
He only shrugs and you can’t help the disappointment that falls heavily on your face. You don’t do it to make him feel guilty, but he does. He doesn’t like that frown on your face.
“Well,” he swirls a piece of his pancake in maple syrup and brings it to his mouth. The house is quiet so you assume the other boys aren’t home. He glances at the kitchen door as precaution before whispering, “You didn’t hear this from me, but some time ago Jimin found some pee wees stashed in his closet.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know,” he urges, eyes wide, “White balls? Pebbles? Applejack?”
“Applejack like the drink?”
“Like the drug.”
“The drug? Oh.”
“He really got a mouthful from Hoseok that night. But Jungkook is…difficult. We’ve tried talking him out of getting involved with bad people. It just goes in one ear and out the other.”
You breathe out a sigh, unsurprised. “Are you sure it was his though? Maybe he was just keeping it safe for someone.”
“It could be. But he didn’t say a word so how would we know?” Taehyung sighs, remembering that night. “He has a tendency of storming off, when we bring this up. So if you’re thinking about doing that, forget about it.
“Wow. Jungkook might just kill me for telling you all that.” He stops mid-chew when he sees the tension in your eyes. Dropping his fork on his plate, he places his hand on your shoulder reassuringly. “Look, at least we know he can take care of himself.”
“I guess.” You nod.
“By the way,” he speaks with his mouth full of pancakes. “This conversation never happened.”
Taehyung turns before you can reply, pancakes in one hand, heading up to his room and waving you goodbye with the other. It doesn’t come as a surprise to you hearing that Jungkook runs off when he’s confronted. He’s selective with the things he tells, and if he doesn’t tell you, it’s either not important or he doesn’t want you to know.
But, you’re stubborn and nosy.
You make your way back up to Jungkook’s room and look around. Hoping that you don’t find any pee wees, not knowing how to react, if you do. His room isn’t decorated well. If Jungkook tells you he had just moved in yesterday, you would believe him, because that’s exactly how it looks like. Messy too.
Only his clothes are neatly arranged in the small cabinet and drawers. Extra props for arranging them according to colours, granted the only colours he has are black, grey and white. With one or two coloured ones next to his jerseys.
On his desk, his belongings scattered everywhere, so you help him arrange them. Picking up fallen bottles of deodorant and cologne, gathering all the papers and stacking them together. Then you come across a small, black notebook. After a moment of hesitation, you flip through the book. Numbers, initials, more numbers, addresses. One of them looks familiar though; if you remember correctly, it’s a tall building, one you can see from where you work. The rest of the pages were the same, just numbers and initials. Probably intentional, so only he could decipher them just in case it falls into the hands of someone else. You close the book and put it back on the table, turning your back to it.
You contemplate, biting your bottom lip and wringing your fingers nervously.
The gentle sound of running water and the sweet humming of a melody from the bathroom a door away gives you the chance you’re looking for, you figure. Now or never. You return to the black notebook atop his desk, flipping through the pages for that specific page.
You rip it from the book as clean as possible, just enough for anyone to miss the ripped edges when flipping through. When you hear the shower turn off, you hurry, arranging the book back exactly as how it was.
The piece of paper, now crumpled, stuffed into the pocket of your jacket which still lays haphazardly on Jungkook’s floor. “Morning,” The devil himself hums as he shuffles into the room, closing the door behind him. You mean to reply, but the sight of him in only a towel wrapped around his waist and another used to dry his hair, has you drooling.
“Good morning to you too,” you say, spacing out.
He chuckles and comes closer, enough for you to breathe in the scent of his favourite soap. One which you too, used earlier. He runs his eyes over your form, recognising the black hoodie, you have on, as his. Smiling approvingly, he states, “Looks better on you.”
“I know.” You smile, catching his smile in a kiss.
It starts with gentle kisses, but then he’s got his hands on your waist, pushing you in the direction of his bed where you fall back once the back of your legs bump against the edge. He climbs on top of you, pinning you down while his tongue continues to fight for dominance against yours.
When his hands venture beneath the material, you smile bashfully. “What?” He grins at the way you avoid his eyes, then pulls up the hoodie enough to reveal your bare breasts.
He can’t seem to get enough of you, bringing his mouth to your exposed nipple, drawing circles with his tongue while squeezing the other one between his fingers. You let out a strangled moan, your hands in his hair, encouraging him to go on. He switches over, giving attention to the other side this time.
“I have to go to work today,” he mumbles, nipple between his lips.
You barely catch what he says, too distracted by his actions. It’s only when he stops and brings his face to yours that you process what he says and though belated, it surprises you. It’s the first time he even mentions work to you.
“Oh,” You blink. “That’s fine. We can continue this after work then.”
“I got time.” He laughs.
“Have a good day.” You kiss him once, then twice, wrapping your arms around him for a hug. The muscles in his shoulders relax and he breathes you in, taking in the smell of his body wash on you.
“Have a good weekend,” Jungkook says, kissing your temple. He rests against the seat of his bike, holding your hand in his. “I’ll call you when I’m back.”
“Okay,” You nod, though you don’t know what you’re feeling.
He chuckles, endeared by your resolve to seem calm though he knows you too well, picking up on the slightest differences in your voice. He pulls you in by the hand and leaves a trail of kisses down your face from your forehead to your lips, setting you off into giggles.
“Hey,” he starts, running his eyes over the features of your face, “I really appreciate you giving me space.”
For a while, you stare at him, confused. He continues when you tilt your head questioningly. “You know, like about what I do. You don’t pressure me into telling you stuff. I like that.”
Oh. Your hand slips into the pocket of your jacket, feeling up the crumpled piece of paper, crumpling it even more. You only smile in response. He gets his helmet on and starts the engine, ready to go. “See you,” he says.
“Take care okay? I’ll miss you.”
Jungkook doesn’t really know what it is about you that he can’t get enough of. It scares him more than he’ll admit it does. Looking into your eyes full of anticipation, he gulps because what the heck, he’ll miss you too. And he tells you just that, “I’ll miss you too, baby.”