9.5: Laundry 》 Series M.list

9.5: laundry 》 series m.list

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Yuna has only ever been mad at you twice.

The first time was when you two were in high school when she felt like you were replacing her with some other girl you had more classes with. With all her anger, she burst into tears at your door after attempting to ignore you for 3 weeks. Yuna cried even harder when you apologized for not noticing her being MIA. Since then, you promised to see her in person at least once a week and never to let anyone else be your best friend but her. 

The second was when she caught you at the movies with the guy you had promised to block. 

Self explanatory. 

… But this? This would be the third. 

As you and Yuna enter Nam Joon’s living room, her feet come to a halt when she and Taehyung make eye contact. His body stiffens and hers weakens. 

As you watch the two, Jungkook stands along the side and looks at you. Yuna, as she turns away, catches this.

Amid her anger, she can't deny how much she loves how he looks at you. She wonders if you even know how lucky you are... As you turn to her, you miss the moment. Jungkook looks away and carries on, pretending like he isn't staring at the love of his life.

Irritated at your density, Yuna tugs you by the arm and she pulls you aside. When you two are out of sight, she pinches you. It’s only for a split second, but it feels like she gave it her all. Honestly, you can’t blame her. This may have been a low blow..

“You lied to me,” Yuna states furiously. “I can’t fucking believe you right now.”

“Yuna, I’m just trying to help—”

She snaps. “Are you fucking kidding me, ___?”

With shifty eyes, you plead; “p-please, Yuna... Jungkook and I just wanted you two to—”

“What fucking right do you have to tell me what to do with my relationship with Taehyung when you and Jungkook have been—goddamn it—” Yuna pauses, tiptoeing around her words. This was so unfair. When it comes to you, she’s always continuous… She thought you were the same as her. With her remaining patience, she shifts the direction of her intentions. She sighs heavily before continuing. 

“Yah, ___… This is fucked up. This is sooo fucking annoying of you ___. Ahh, fuck.” Yuna throws her hands to her face, taking a long and deep breath in. Feelings of guilt kick in the same time your curiosity grows. Was their fight that bad? What was it even about? They were perfectly fine.

They were perfect. 

As you think about the possibilities, Yuna’s anger fires up again. She grits her teeth as continues to express her frustration. “I could hate you for this. Ohh, I might really hate you for this.”

“Please don’t,” you beg with a sad smile. “Please don’t hate your best friend…”

Offering a pout, you wrap yourself around her arm and repeat an apology. Yuna almost gives in. You rarely act cute around her so she knows you clearly feel guilty. 

Rightfully so, she thinks to herself. 

Since Yuna is such an amazing and loving best friend, she does her best to rationalize your actions. In the end, she knows your awful attempt at parent trapping her and Taehyung was just your way of showing your support.. No one wants to see their best friends fighting! No one wants to see their friends going through heartache… Besides, it wasn’t all you. It was also Jungkook. 

Speaking of the devil…

 “I get that this is all confusing for you,” Yuna gives in with a stressful tone, “but I wish you had thought of my feelings and put them before your curiosity.”

Your heart drops. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize with a heavy heart. “I just… I didn’t know your fight was that bad? I thought it was just a little spat or something. You and Taehyung never fight so I just thought a little conversation would fix—“

Yuna shakes her head profusely, unable to hold her tongue. 

It slips. 

“___, you’re such a hypocrite.”

You blink at her, completely defenseless. 

“I know.”

Yuna then shuts her eyes, trying to center herself. She doesn’t want to come off too angry… Honestly, she wasn’t. It’s just complicated. It’s just hard right now and seeing Taehyung did not ease her heart or worries. It increased them. 

Here you are, standing in front of her with the same loneliness in your eyes. You’ve had it for a while. You’ve had it since your fight with Jungkook at the restaurant. Yuna isn’t too sure what went down, but maybe… If she had tried harder… Maybe you would’ve let her in. 

Then, she gets it.

You did this because you wanted to be there for her.

Suddenly, she feels guilty.

“I fucked up,” Yuna admits to you. “It’s my fault. Whatever happened between Taehyung and I—u-uhh, like—at that party? While you and Jungkook were talking or fighting or whatever… We took Mina home and… Fuck, ___—it was so bad. He was so mad at me. I’ve never seen him that mad at me.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” you interrupt her as politely as possible. Yuna looks like she’s near tears… You probably are too. “We can talk about it another time… At least, not here, right? Let’s go. Let’s go back to my place and—”

Then, Yuna’s lips curve into a weary smile. Suddenly, she remembers the way Jungkook had glanced at you earlier. She figures this was an opportunity for you too. This wasn’t just about her. It was about you too.

She musters whatever courage she has left and sighs. Oh, how she wishes there was a drink in her hands right now.

“You know what? It is what it is,” she yields. “I’m already here. I’ll talk to him.”

Wide-eyed, you shake your head at her. “W-what? No! Talk to him when you want to talk to him… Not when I basically parent trapped—”

Gasping, she playfully hits you. “Hey! I was thinking the same thing!”

“Oh my god, really?” you giggle, returning the same energy with the playful hits. “We literally have one brain cell!”

She nods and laughs with you. Finally, you two feel less intense. You’re grateful. 

“Seriously, ___… I’m going to do it. I’m going to talk to Taehyung.”

You smile, feeling proud of your best friend. “O-okay… Again, you don’t have to! We can just go back to my place and—”

Yuna interrupts you. “I’ll go talk to Taehyung… Meanwhile, you have to talk to Jungkook.”

“W-what? This isn’t about me,” you reason. “You’re more important than—”

Yuna laughs at your bluff. 

“Don’t even finish that sentence.”

In response, your shoulders drop. You hate yourself so much right now. You hate how you put her in this position. She’s clearly upset at you and probably feels like she’s stuck in a corner. Yuna would never do this to you—why did you do this to her?

You two always joined the group for Nam Joon’s big study sessions. They aren’t rare, but they’re extremely fun and efficient. Instead of isolating from each other, you and your friends can help one another study and take healthy breaks. For the most part, everyone works hard and benefits from this giant study sesh. They happened before mid-terms and finals and as finals crept in, Nam Joon got to work by organizing everyone to come over. 

This was the first time you and Yuna felt like not being here. 

“Look,” Yuna stretches her neck and catches a glimpse of Taehyung. As their eyes meet, she gulps and returns her attention to you. “This is the plan. Listen carefully, you dumb bitch. I’ll try to talk to Taehyung. If he doesn’t want to talk to me, then I’m going home—”

“Okay. That’s fine. I’ll stay here and wait—”

“—You will go and talk to Jungkook.”

With shaky eyes, you give her a defeated look. 

“He’s like Taehyung,” you confide. “I don’t know if he wants to talk to me. He said he doesn’t want to. He’s so mad at me. It was my fault.”

Yuna rolls her eyes at you. 

"I'll lock him in the laundry room with you."

You glare at her. "Are you kidding me? That was Jungkook and I's plan for you and Taehyung!"

Yuna huffs. "Gross. I'm not trying to have hate sex with Taehyung."

"What? Hate sex with Jungkook?" you choke. "He doesn't even want to talk to me right now!"

She almost lets out a laugh at your density. "Oh, come on... It’s Jungkook, ___!"

“Yeah, so?”

“For you? He’ll fold. Just use your manners.”

As you wait in the laundry room, you can’t help but cross your fingers. As selfish as it is, you hope Yuna is right.

Then, you hear chatter and footsteps approaching. Faintly, you hear Jungkook and Yuna’s voice. Out of nowhere, the door opens abruptly.

Jungkook is shoved in and Yuna lets out an evil laugh as she shuts the door and locks it from the outside. Instantly, Jungkook bangs on the door and demands to be let out. 

“She’s going to talk to Taehyung—”

“Did I ask?” Jungkook growls as he kicks the door. 

“No,” you mumble to yourself. Moving forward, you slip yourself between him and the door. He lowers his gaze at you, feeling a little choked up. “I didn’t ask for a break... Yet, here we are.”

“You asked what to do, ___. All I did was give you an answer.”

You blink at him. “But I don’t like the answer.”

“I don’t like you.”

Huffing, you tilt your head at him. Cockily, you answer back, “No, no... It's me that you like. It's Eunwoo that you don't.”

Jungkook bites his inner cheek. "Fuck you."

"Awh, well… If you insist," you surrender.

Jungkook squints at you. Slowly, he reaches for the doorknob again. You catch his hands and hold them tight.

“Now you want to hold hands?” Jungkook shakes your grip off and takes a step away from you. Stubborn, you take another step towards him and reach for his hands. He stays still—not breaking away, yet not holding you back. There’s no effort, but that’s okay. The important thing is that he lets you be close.

The laundry room itself was pretty spacious. The reality is that he’s an arm's length away, yet his heart has never felt so far away from you. To make matters worse; there’s enough space for Jungkook to hate you—there’s space. 

Between you and his body.

You and his heart.

You and him.

To break the silence, you try to think fast. 

Looking up at him, you tiptoe and run your fingers through his hair. His eyes soften but his body stiffens even more. Why were you doing this? Don’t you know how painful it is to be treated like this by you? It’s torture. 

“Hey, you cut your hair!” You blurt. “It’s so short—”

Then, he does it. 

Jungkook stops you, grabbing your wrist and taking your hands off him. 

In the pit of your stomach, you feel it. 

It’s the same feeling you felt that night at the party. It feels like everything you say and do is wrong but if you stand still—you’re still wrong. It feels like nothing is good enough for him anymore. It feels like he doesn’t want you. It feels like he hates you. 

So, you can’t help it.

You can’t help but look at him with yearning in your eyes. You can’t help but lay your heart out for him to step on. You can’t help it.

“D-don’t—holy shit, ___… Don’t look at me like that.” Jungkook demands. 

You do your best to steady your shaky eyes. It hurts to be treated like this. It hurts that he’s rejecting you like this when you know it isn’t true. It can’t be true. He can’t hate you this much… Can he?

“Like what?” 

Like you want him? Like you care for him? Like you miss him? Because you do. You need him so bad it aches. At this point, you might lose your mind. You’ll take any interaction with him just to have him again. Any ounce of kindness from him, you’ll replay in your mind and walk home on cloud 9. Any hatred he gives you—you’d savour.

Truly, it’s pathetic. 

It’s so fucking pathetic how saying you’re desperate for him is an understatement. 

“You’re looking at me and I don’t know what it means,” he admits defeat. “You’re no fair, ___. You’re so fucking unfair.”

In this moment, you want to be so angry with him. You want to tell him that it doesn’t have to be this way. You two can decide right here that it’s over. The fighting—the hurt—the break.

It’s over.

It has to be because you aren’t sure how much longer you can go without him. 

Besides, you aren’t being unfair. 

You don’t even know what he means. 

“W-what?” you grumble. “I’m being unfair? You’re the one that doesn’t want to talk about this! Aren’t you fucking tired of it? Jungkook, what the fuck is your problem—”

“You!” Jungkook snaps. “You’re my fucking problem. I told you I don’t trust myself to be alone with you and then you pull this shit!”

Knitting your eyebrows together, you glare at him. “Please, enlighten me… What did I do this time?”

“You never fucking listen—”

“So what?”

“For fucks sake,” he sneers, taking a step towards you. You stand still, completely falling in a trance with his presence. “___, I don’t trust myself around you—“

“What does that even mean?” you whine. “Come on, pookie. It’s me.”

“It means that I don’t know if I can hold myself back, pookie.” Jungkook admits, using every ounce of strength he has to not give in. He has to be stronger than you. He has to push you away.

At least, he needs to try.

Yet, he fails.

Of course, he fails. When it comes to you, will he ever win?

“Shit, ___. I don’t know,” his shoulders drop. “I don’t know what it means when you look at me like that. It’s driving me insane. I don’t know what any of this means—”

“Please,” you beg, “can we talk about it then?”

“N-no,” he stutters. 

“No?” 

“No.”

You might cry. 

Right here, right now… You might fucking sob. Does he hate you that much? Did you fuck up so much that he can’t even stand being in the same room as you? Honestly… You loathe yourself.

“O-okay,” you practically whimper. “I understand. I’m really sorry about everything, by the way. If I haven’t shown or said that enough—I’m really fucking sorry. I’ll just—I think I’ll just go. It was nice seeing you, I guess. I… It was nice being with you even if it was just like this.”

Jungkook shuts his eyes and throws his head back. As he does so, you inch closer to the door. Maybe, he’ll let you hug him. Maybe not. Just as you’re about to move out of the way for him to leave, it hits you. 

You’re not going to let him have his way.

You have to try harder than this. 

“Actually, you know what? I don’t know what’s happening either… And I don’t care if you’re still mad at me, but we have to talk. We need to talk. Until you’re ready to talk, I’ll do it. I’ll do the talking and you can just listen.” Your words spill out of you like it’s been clogged all this time. Jungkook raises his eyebrow at you. 

Jungkook huffs, “oh my god! You’re unbelievable, you that? I need space from you. I fucking poured out my heart and you—”

“You’re no better. You’re avoiding me. You won’t even hear me out!”

“I’m processing—”

You shake your head at him. “No, you’re not. You’re avoiding me. You hate me.”

“Maybe I do. Why shouldn’t I? After all the shit you put me through—mmfphh—”

Before he knows it, you crash your lips onto his.

Partly to shut him up and partly because you've been wanting to kiss him for so long.

Besides, it’s just the easiest thing to know. Kissing him is the easiest thing to do. 

Instantly, you place your hand on the side of his face and kiss him deeper. For a moment, it’s just you. You kiss him slow and deep. As you’re about to pull away, his lips chase yours. You let him. 

He kisses you back.

Jungkook deepens the kiss even more, moving in closer to you and tilting your head back. Towering over you, it’s no surprise you lose your breath. 

God, this feels so good.

When you two break away from the kiss to catch your breath, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. You shake your head, grab a hold of his wrist, and bring his hand down. 

“Don’t do that,” you breathe. “Don’t regret this.”

He looks at you intensely. “___, I’m not in a good headspace to be with you the way you want me to be. I'm still so mad at you... And you know how I feel about you... So, this makes me selfish, right?”

“No,” you chide. “It makes me selfish. I’m okay with that. You should be too. Do what you want to me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook refuses. “You don’t understand, ___. If I have you right now... Because I want you so bad—you have no fucking clue how bad—I can’t do this to you.” 

“Do what?”

“… I’m afraid I’m going to need you forever.” Jungkook confesses. “I can’t hold back if you kiss me like that. I can’t hold back if you—”

“Then don’t,” you advise him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you place chante kisses on his neck, to his cheek, and then to his lips. “Be selfish. I’m all yours.”

There aren’t enough words to describe how frustrated you two are at each other. Jungkook loves the words you’re saying… But he isn’t sure if he should trust his heart right now. He has wanted you for so long that this doesn’t feel real. Could you really mean it? Could you really be his?

It’s like you two are slow dancing in a burning room. Everything is catching on fire and as you two stare into each other’s eyes, you’re both burning as well. Being consumed in your feelings and doubts, you’re the first to yield. As you back up, you end up hitting the washing machine. Jungkook leans forward, closing in the space between you two. 

"This might be a mistake," Jungkook warns you. "Are you sure about this? I have no plans on being nice.”

You bat your eyelashes. “If you can't fuck me like you love me, then fuck me like you hate me."

You hold your breath. 

As anticipated, Jungkook dips his head low and crashes his lips onto yours and the first thought that crosses your mind is—

We’re doomed. 

“J-Jungkook,” your breath hitches as you pull away from him for a second. Your hand rests on his chest, and you can feel his heart pounding. You make one last attempt. “Can w-we talk after?”

He cusses. “Fuck, ___. We’ll talk about it another time. C-can you just shut up? You said you’re all mine so just do that, okay? Just be mine right now.”

“Okay, okay,” you give in. He smirks, closing in on you. 

Cupping his face, you bring your lips to him. You kiss him with so much passion that he feels like he could die. You’ve never kissed him like this before. His heart is about to go on overdrive. Jungkook smiles into the kiss and you can’t help but feel relief. 

He kisses you back just as passionately. He kisses you like it might be the last time he gets to do this. Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook slightly bends down and picks you up. He sets you on top of the washer. You part your legs for him and he settles himself in between them. There, as you two continue to kiss, his hands roam your body. 

There is no other way to say it: Jungkook has never loved any body more than yours. Every curve, every soft surface, every fucking inch—he is gone for. Your body may be his favourite thing in this entire world. Your existence, though often challenging to get along with, has his heart completely captured. Your smart mouth has always had a way with him. He can’t explain it all at once. It’s the hardest thing for him to understand so he’ll say what he’s known from the very start—he’s addicted to you. 

Being with you has to be the reason he lives. 

It has to be. 

No matter how much he hates how things are between you two and how much of his jealousy, insecurities, and anger consumes him—he can’t deny you. He can’t walk away from you wanting him. 

Not this time.

Jungkook bites your bottom lip. You pull away, shy from all this heat. He then takes his shirt off and begins to undo his pants. In complete admiration, you stare at his toned abs. His skin is so smooth. His tattoos are the cause of the wetness in between your legs. His muscles make you salivate. 

God, thank you for creating this man. 

He then slips his fingers between your leggings and underwear. Taking the hint, you lift yourself as he helps you take your leggings off. When he successfully gets you out of them, he gulps at the sight of your underwear. 

They’re soaked.

“Fuck, ___.” Jungkook utters. “Missed this so much.”

He then takes your panties and scrunches them in his hands. Bringing them to his nose, he sniffs them causing you to send him a dirty look. 

“Sex tape and now pantie sniffing? Who knew…” you tease, laughing to yourself. “The pervert allegations are true.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and mimics your laughter for a second. Then, he shoves the panties in your mouth. 

“Shut up.”

You do as he says. With your mouth stuffed with your panties, really, what can you do? You look up at him and watch as he pulls his cock out of his Calvins. Your eyes linger as he jerks himself off. You’ve always known Jungkook’s cock to be big, but wow… It looks huge now. 

“Look at that… It’s getting bigger,” he says with a lewd tone. “You like that? You like watching my cock get big for you?”

Jungkook reaches out to you, lifting your shirt and pushing it above your breast. For a moment, he stares at your chest. He loves the way your breasts fill your bra up. The curve of your cleavage is what he has been daydreaming of placing his face in between. Breaking his attention away from your breast, he looks at you in awe. Without warning, he takes your panties out of your mouth and tosses them aside. 

“Gonna behave for me?” 

You nod, needy for him.

“Good. Take your bra off.”

Bringing your hands back, you unclasp your bra. Letting it hit the floor, you squeeze your arms together and shake them. Jungkook moans at the sight, unable to resist himself. He slaps your breasts before digging his face into them. 

He kisses your cleavage, licks your nipples, and softly bites them. You throw your head back, completely in love with how this feels. Jungkook massages your breasts and without warning, drops his hands to your waist. You feel him wrap his arms around you as he lifts his face and kisses you. Happily, you kiss him back.

The next thing you know, Jungkook rubs his thumb on your clit. 

He rubs it soft once and hard the next. He doesn’t hold back. He doesn’t discuss it with you or ask if you’re ready. In the heat of the moment, he inserts his fingers inside you. Pumping them fast and rough. You gasp, feeling completely surprised but thankful for this work. 

Your pelvis winces at the pleasure. Your sensitivity and Jungkook’s roughness is a whole other conversation.

Jungkook continues to finger you, and all the while you begin to suck on his neck. For some reason, you feel really possessive. Leaving hickeys on him like a horny teenage girl is definitely the answer. As you suck on his skin, you can’t help but kiss his jaw and sneak a few kisses on his lips. 

He smiles into them. 

You do too. 

When you’re sure your work will leave a big mark on him, you pull away and lean against the wall. You spread your legs wider for him, giving him more space to do this thing. This also benefits you. With your legs wide open, you feel his fingers dig into you even more. It burns so good. He pumps his fingers in such a sexy way—you aren’t sure how you’ll ever get this picture out of your mind. The tattoos on his fingers only entice you even more. You aren’t even sure how wet you are but by the sounds of it—it’s a fucking waterfall. If he takes things slower, there’s no doubt you’ll be squirting.

Instead, Jungkook takes his fingers out. He sucks on them and uses his other hand to lift your leg. One at a time, he places your legs on top of his shoulders. Then, he takes his cock and rubs it against your folds. You moan from the feeling of his thick, hard, and veiny dick. 

“Feels s-sooo good—mhmm,” you moan. “Y-you just going to play with my pussy? Put it in.”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Jungkook hisses at you. 

“Please, please, please?” you whine with a pout on your lips. “Please stick your big fat cock inside me. Don’t you know how tight I got? Bet you’ll feel even bigger than last time. All this time without you fucking your favourite pussy—ohh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you chant. “Fuck me just like that!”

Jungkook shoves his dick inside you. Partly to get you to shut up and partly because he’s waited so long to fuck you again. 

He drills himself into you, causing your breath to hitch every now and then. It’s fast and rough. He does it with so much motion, your head bangs against the wall every now and then. The washer even squeaks from all the movement. He gropes your breasts for more stability. You fight the urge to cum.

You cross your legs together, bringing him closer. Jungkook huffs, feeling like his dick is going to explode from having you close to him again. He’s going to lose his mind soon—he just knows it. 

“You know how I like it,” he whimpers. “Fuck, ___. You’re so tight. So good to me.”

“T-told y-you,” you moan. “Fuck me harder, please.”

“Gonna fuck you so hard.”

“Y-yeah? Mhmm—oh! Oh, oh, oh my god—J-Jungkook!”

He does as he says. Jungkook fucks you, kisses you, and sucks on your tits harder. He does it with so much intention and holy shit—you don’t know how long you’re going to last. 

“Might cum,” you tell him. Slightly feeling the tingle in the pit of your stomach, and the intense feeling in between your legs level up. “Please let me cum.”

Sternly, he denies you. “No.”

“P-please?”

“Not yet,” Jungkook kisses your forehead. “Last longer for me, okay?”

“O-okay.”

“Good girl.”

To help stall your orgasm, Jungkook pulls out. 

“W-wait—”

“Relax, I’m not done,” he assures you. “Neither are you.” 

Jungkook switches your position. He takes one leg off of his shoulder and lifts you off the washer. As one foot reaches the floor, he instructs you to lean against the washer so it’s more comfortable for you. You do so. You plop your elbow on the top surface and try to catch your breath. Jungkook then puts himself back in and continues to fuck you. 

The new position only lasts a few minutes. You quickly tell him you’re uncomfortable and hope he doesn’t dismiss your feelings. Luckily, he listens. He helps you stand on your two feet again. Thanking him, you reach to kiss him but he stops you. 

Jungkook grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it. Your head is thrown back and your back is arched. He places kisses from your collarbones to your neck. He whispers in your ear, “fuck you like I hate you, right? You sure?”

“Mhmm,” you croak. “Whatever you want. I’m all yours.”

Jungkook smirks. 

Roughly, he spins you around and bends you over. As your face is pressed against the washer, you can’t help but smirk. Oh, this was so fucking hot. If you like this… He must love it. 

“Time for you to beg for it.”

Your smirk turns into a giggle. “Kinda hard if I can’t see your face. Doggy style still your favourite? Should we film this too?”

Smack. 

Jungkook slaps your ass. It’s loud and a handful. He glances at it, noticing how red the mark got. “Can you still handle it? Can you handle me?”

“Fuck me and find out.”

Another smack. 

“Beg.”

Through your teeth, you grit. “For what? Your phone so we can film this?”

Jungkook slaps your ass for the last time. He then shoves his cock inside you without warning. As he thrusts in and out, he leans over and breathes into your ear. 

“Come on, ___. Boost my ego.”

You moan at his words. His dick inside you is just so fucking big—you can’t concentrate. It feels so fucking good that you don’t even care about how sore you’ll be later. Jungkook fucks you so good… You can’t help but give in.

“Jungkook,” you breathe in between thrusts. “You fuck me so good. N-no one fucks me the way you do. No one digs themself deeper in me than you do. No one bruises my esophagus more than you. Y-you make me feel so good. Every time you cum in me—ohh, I get so fucking wet just thinking about it. You make me so wet. Your dick is so fucking yummy. Love your cum. I’m horny all the time when you’re around and I—mhmm—I need you.”

“That’s right,” he grunts. “My fucking cock slut needs me.”

“Mhmm,” you agree. “Need your juicy cock. Need you to cum in me. Need y-you.”

Again…

You and your words. 

Jungkook wants to fold. With all this heat, he wants to give in and make love to you properly… Instead, his heart wins. 

He needs to cum. 

Jungkook takes himself out. He spins you around and lifts you. 

Wrapped around him, you look at him lovingly. You can’t help but lean in and kiss him. He kisses back only to pull away earlier than you liked. 

“Bounce,” he instructs you. 

“Isn’t this uncomfortable—”

“I fucking said bounce.”

You shut up and do so. 

Hanging on him, you try your best to bounce. Fucking standing up is hard enough—this? This was talent. You don’t know how he does it, but Jungkook takes control. He starts to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. Then, as his exhaustion begins to take over, he moves you back on top of the washer. 

He keeps fucking you. With every thrust and breathy swear, you and him get closer and closer to climaxing. 

As your stomach twitches, you wrap your legs around him. With everything he has left, Jungkook pounds himself into you. 

“O-oh my god!” you cry. “Y-yes, Jungkook. F-fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mhmm,” Jungkook moans. “Fucking shit—nghhh!”

He cums first. 

Jungkook spills himself inside you but continues his strokes. The second you feel the spurts of his cum hit your insides, you let out a loud moan and let go.

You cum. 

Then, he pulls out and spreads your folds. He watches as your pussy clenches, causing the cum to spill out. He wishes he had his phone.

He loves this sight.

He loves you.

Jungkook helps you off the washer. 

He helps you get dressed and asks if you feel okay. In all honesty, your legs feel a little numb. You’ve never fucked like that before and your stamina has never been that good. For his benefit, you tell him you’re okay. He knows you’re lying. For your benefit, he plays along. 

Once Jungkook is dressed, he reaches for the doorknob and then remembers it’s locked from the outside.

“Can you text Yuna to unlock it?”

You blink. “Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sure. I’ll just—”

As you attempt to grab your phone from the detergent shelf, you almost fall over from the sudden movement. Just like at the party, you can’t walk. 

He fucked you too good.

You aren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not.. This was his fault! Then again, this was his fault. 

“Woah,” Jungkook catches you. He holds you, slowly assisting you steady. “That good, huh?”

You can’t help it. You let out a laugh and hit his chest playfully. 

“You love having your ego stroked.”

“What? No way,” Jungkook pouts. As he reaches over and grabs your phone for you, he continues: “my ego isn’t the only thing I like having stroked.”

Your mouth drops. “God, you’re annoying.”

For the first time in a while, Jungkook smiles and laughs. As you text Yuna, you can’t help but look up and watch him laugh. He looks happy. He looks relaxed. He looks better.

Okay… Maybe Yuna was right. 

Maybe you two just needed to fuck it out. 

“Okay, I texted Yuna,” you bend down slowly, and open the nearby sink drawer. “She said there’s actually a spare key under the sink—Ah ha!” 

As you turn to him, you show him the key with a smile on your face. Out of no where, he says 4 words you never expected to hear. 

“We should be friends.”

Your smile fades. 

“What?”

“You said you wanted to talk,” Jungkook says softly. “I don’t know what else I can say. I like you. I’ve shown you my heart over and over again. I’ve waited for you. I tried to hate you—but I can’t. I mean,” he takes a breath. “... Look at us. Look at what we just did. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore, ___.”

Who knew your heart could break from a few words? 

“Friends?” Jungkook then extends his hand out. You stare at it, unsure if you should take it. With his other hand, he scratches the back of his head. “Whenever you’re ready, I guess… I’m your friend whenever you’re ready. So, yeah… I’ll head out first—”

“Jungkook, stop.” Taking a step towards him, you take his hand. “Do you think we can actually be friends from now on? Don’t you want to hear what I have to say?”

“No, not really.” he shrugs. “I don’t want the rejection. I’m trying so hard to make peace with what happened already—everything is so fucked up because I got ahead of myself. I won’t do that anymore… I’m sorry, ___. I’m sorry about everything. I just… I hoped to never lose you. I hoped for this to never end.”

Say it, ___.

Say the truth.

You don’t want to be friends with him because you want him more than that. You want more of him. You love—

“Jungkook—”

“Yeah?”

“Hear me out,” you plead. “Please.”

He looks at you blankly. “Okay… What is it?”

A heavy silence fills the room. 

“... I don’t want to be your friend. That’s stupid.”

“Wow, ouch—fine. What do you want then? Do you have a better plan—“

“You. I want you… How am I supposed to be your friend when I’ve missed you so much?”

With a soft smile on his face and a bruised heart, he pulls you in and kisses the top of your head.

“I missed you more,” he says.

As he pulls away, he makes his second attempt. Offering you his hand, he asks, “so… Friends?”

“Bullshit. I refuse to be friendzoned.”

“Damn,” his heart races. “… So what does this mean—mhhphh—“

You shove his hand aside and tiptoe to kiss him one last time. He kisses back and your heart skips a beat. It’s then when it clicks—Yuna was right.

Jungkook had folded… And you?

You love him.