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Seokjin 

The softest sigh of pleasure escapes Jin’s lips as you trail yours along the slope of his neck,  caressing his skin with every lingering kiss.  He’s never one to be particularly noisy, but you can tell from the way his hands are kneading into your fleshy curves that he’s enjoying all of the attention he’s being lavished with, quiet or not.

“Jinnie,” you murmur against his shoulder, rolling your hips to grind against the bulge in his pants and delighting in the way his breath hitches.   Nothing gives you more pleasure than making Jin fall apart under your touch, and it takes little more than the feel of his abdominals shuddering under your fingertips to make your core start to throb with want.  “Remember what we talked about a couple weeks ago, Jinnie?”  

“Hmm?” he murmurs half-heartedly, flopping his head to the side to allow you even greater access to his throat as you continue to pepper kisses along it.  

“About spicing things up a little bit?”  Suddenly you have his full attention, turning back to face you with opened eyes, his hands stilling on your hips.  You watch as the smallest of creases appear between Jin’s eyebrows and the way he pauses to lick his lips before speaking, seemingly hesitant.  

“I don’t really like the idea of being rough with you, Jagi…” His eyes flick between yours, trying to gauge whether his rebuttal of your previous request is making you upset.  “I don’t want to call you names or… or hurt you.”  Honestly, you’d been expecting him to say this anyway.  The first time you’d mentioned him taking a more dominant position in the bedroom he’d seemed less than keen on the idea, and even though he’d promised to think about it, you knew his answer would still be no the next time you asked.  That’s why you’ve come armed with another suggestion this time, the thought of which intrigues you just as much as the last.  

You lean down on your elbows either side of Jin’s head, looking down into his deep brown eyes with small smile.  

“What about if I take the lead instead?”  you propose quietly.  You don’t wait to witness Jin’s reaction, leaning down to kiss him leisurely instead, giving him time to mull it over.

“You?”  he murmurs against your lips, his hands slipping down from your hips to your behind, giving you a squeeze.    

“Me,” you confirm, pulling away and sitting up, looking down from where you’re sat astride his lips.  It’s difficult to read Jin’s expression or thoughts about the idea - but at least he doesn’t look so immediately negative as he did last time.  “Do you trust me?”  

“Of course.”  His answer is automatic, without even a hint of doubt; a reminder of just how much Jin loves you and how lucky you are to have him.  

You strip yourself of your blouse under Jin’s watchful eyes, smiling at the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as his gaze shamelessly drifts over the swell of your breasts.  As soon as it’s off of your body you fold it into a makeshift blindfold, and though Jin initially looks a little confused, he soon realises what you’re intending to do as you lean forward and lay it gently across his eyes.  

His natural reaction is to pull away, twisting his face away, but when you utter a soft ‘trust me’ Jin suddenly stills, letting you apply the blindfold and secure it tightly behind his head.  The quickening of his breath is almost instantaneous, though you don’t pass comment on it.  

“Can you see me?”  you ask quietly, climbing off of his hips to kneel between his open legs, slipping your hands down his naked chest and watching with satisfaction at the way all his muscles jump at your touch.  

“No,” he answers huskily, and after that you remain completely silent, letting Jin’s panting breaths fill the room.  You undo his belt and pants deftly, pulling them off along with his boxers, and Jin’s hips instinctively thrust up into nothing as the cold air hits his cock.  It’s already weeping with anticipation,  laying thick and heavy against his stomach, and although every instinct is telling you to climb back on top of him and put it to good use, you force yourself to focus solely on his pleasure instead, dipping your head to start licking and kissing your way up the inside of his thighs.  

Not being able to see you seems to be heightening Jin’s sense of touch, and when you blow gently against one of the wet marks you just sucked onto his thigh, he lets out a sound you’ve never heard from him before.  It’s a whimper, a mewl; a sound that shoots straight to your core and has you rubbing your thighs together to ease your arousal.  Slowly, you work your way up towards his cock, taking your sweet time, greedily trying to drag more and more noises of pleasure from his lips.  

Jin starts grabbing at the sheets when you start to plant kisses along the length of his cock, travelling upward and kitten licking at the head when you get there, blowing on it when you pull away.  

“S-shit…” he curses under his breath, and just that one word is telling of how much this is affecting him - Jin never swears in front of you.  You tease him relentlessly after that, giving him just the slightest of touches of your lips or teeth or tongue but never actually letting him slip inside the heat of your mouth, and within minutes Jin is losing his composure, his hips twisting restlessly underneath you, gasps and whimpers and sinful moans pouring out of him with abandon.  

“Aa-ah!” Jin cries out when you flick your tongue against his frenulum, smirking as you look up at him from between his legs, knowing he can’t see you.  “Please… Jagi…”

“What’s wrong Jinnie?”  You can see Jin struggling between his need for release and his own pride as he purses his lips together for a moment, turning his face to the side.  “You need something?”  

“You.”  He lets out another strangled moan when you lick up the bead of pre-cum leaking from his slit and nothing more.  “You, please!”

“What would you like me to do, hmm?”  Again he pauses, breathing raggedly, broad chest heaving up and down as his cheeks turn a deep shade of pink when he finally relents, voice breaking as he begs,

“Put your mouth around me, please, Jagi.  Let me cum down your throat.”  

And he does, mere seconds after you take him between your lips, smiling like the cat that got the cream.   

Yoongi

“M-mommy…”  You’re watching Yoongi like a predator watches their prey, eyes fixed on him as you wet your lips and tilt your head, closely noting the way his muscles tick as you push him closer to his orgasm.

He’s quite the sight to see tonight; covered in a fine sheen of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, hands grasping the sheets helplessly.  You love having Yoongi like this beneath you, trussed up and whimpering.  He’s never more beautiful than when he’s begging for release, which is why you’ve been making him do just that for the last thirty minutes, relishing in every broken sound he makes.  

“You’re doing so well, baby boy,” you coo, dragging your palm up and down his cock, squeezing on the upstroke.  It’s impossible to keep the smirk that appears on your face at bay at the way he responds; his hips jerking up from the bed, throwing his head back into the pillow.  It’s criminal, really, how much pleasure you derive in watching him suffer.   “Just a little longer.”

“Too much,” he whimpers, his head craning so far to the side like it’s he’s trying to hide, eyes screwing up tight as you quicken the pace of your hand,  “‘s too much.”  

“I thought you liked it when mommy played with your little dick?”   Yoongi mewls again as you run your thumb over his slit, spreading what little pre-cum there still remains after so long over the swollen, sensitive head.  His cock is anything if small, actually - especially now, when it’s so hard and angry and red - but you know how much he likes being made to feel little, and you’re more than happy to indulge his various kinks and fantasies.   “Maybe I should stop, hmm?”  

“No!”  he quickly disagrees, eyes opening up wide as he picks his head up from the pillow to stare down at you, a panicked look on his face.   “Just… feels so good - I can’t-”  

“You can,” you insist, speeding up after that all too brief reprieve, eager to watch Yoongi fall apart.  He lets out a strangled moan, his hips rocking from side to side as you work him roughly, cupping his balls in your other hand and giving them the lightest squeeze, knowing that it’ll push him closer to the edge.  

Yoongi bites his lips, tipping his head back as you feel his length start to swell in your hand, his testicles drawing up tight, and just as he’s about to reach his high you abruptly stop your ministrations, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing it tight to stop the orgasm in its tracks.   Yoongi’s beside himself when he realises; shaking his head from side to side at your continuing denial of his pleasure, his whole body trembling.  

“No, no, no, please!” he sobs, lifting his clasped hands from his stomach and drawing them up to his face, using the heel of his palms to stop the tears that are threatening to spill.   He passed the point of being ashamed of his desperation approximately four near-orgasms ago, his cock is throbbing and pulsing but spilling not a drop, and with every dry heave of Yoongi’s chest you feel your own arousal growing, dripping onto the sheets underneath you.  “Please let me cum, mommy.  P-please!”  

The poor boy, it must feel like agony.  

Once again, you begin gently fondling Yoongi’s cock, wondering to yourself just how long you can keep this up without him having to resort to using his safe word.  He’s never used it yet, but by the way his bottom lip is shaking, bitten to ribbons and bleeding, you think it must not be far off.  Perhaps it’s time to take pity on him - before it goes that far.  

“You’ve been a very, very good boy,” you tell him softly, “So good for your mommy.”  He looks back at you with beseeching eyes, holding his breath as he waits for your next words, clearly hoping that you’re going to show him some mercy.  “You know what good boys get, baby?”  Finally releasing him, you sink back on your heels and spread your legs a little wider, letting both your hands reach between them seek out your core and allowing yourself the slightest groan when you discover just how wet you are.  

Apparently Yoongi isn’t the only one who’s been suffering.  

Yoongi gives the slightest shake of his head, hair falling into his eyes.  

“Good boys get to cum inside.”  You hear his breath hitch as he watches you play with yourself, sending him a salacious smile and looking up at him from under your lashes.  “Would you like that?  Cumming inside mommy’s hot, tight cunt?”  He nods frantically, scrambling up onto his knees, cock bobbing against his stomach as he moves.

Slowly, you turn yourself on the spot and put yourself on all fours on the mattress, presenting yourself to him by sinking down onto your elbows and arching your back invitingly, and Yoongi wastes no time at all taking his place behind you.  He places his hand on your lower back, so slow and gentle that it almost seems reverential, but you can feel the way he’s shaking as he lines up his length with your entrance, waiting for your permission.  

“Mommy?” he whispers, and you look back over your shoulder at him with an adoring smile, pushing back a little to slip just the tip of his cock between your folds.  It’s a struggle to not show how much it affects you; you’re almost as desperate for this as he is, your pussy aching with the need to be filled and satisfied.  

“Go ahead.”  Your soft words of encouragement are all Yoongi needs to hear to finally push inside you, slipping in down to the very hilt with how warm and wet you are, and as you feel him stretch out your walls you bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning, wanting to hear the groans he makes over any of your own.  He’s throbbing inside you already as he starts thrusting in and out of your at a slow, steady pace, holding onto your hips and breathing harder than you’d expect for only just having gotten started - if you hadn’t have been edging him for so long, that is.  

“I’m not-”  He cuts himself off with a whimper and a falter of his hips, and it takes a second for Yoongi to collect himself enough to speak again.  “I’m g-gonna cum so fast, m-m-, I’m s-sorry.”  He can barely get his words out, his fingertips digging into your hips, and you can tell from the way he’s pushing into you so shallowly that he’s desperately trying to hold on for just a little bit longer.  “Can I, mommy, c-can I?  Please?”  

“Go on, baby,” you groan, rocking yourself backwards onto him, forcing him deeper.  You really don’t want him to cum yet - you’re nowhere near your own high - but you know it’d be both unfair and unrealistic to expect him not to after teasing him for so long.  “Let me hear you.”  He picks up speed, bending over you so his chest pressed against your back as he drills into you, exhaling heavily with every thrust.  

Within seconds  Yoongi’s pace is faltering, sloppy and uncoordinated, and as he starts to cum a shout of ecstasy leaves his lip, his body tensing behind you as his cock pulses inside.  It seems to go on forever, like he’s having every orgasm you deprived him of all at once, grabbing at your hips and crying and whimpering against the space between your shoulder blades as it finally begins to fade.  You feel so full.  Full, and satisfied.  

“Thank you, thank you,” Yoongi mumbles mindlessly against your skin, his hands caressing up and down your waist.  He slips out of you, and even without you shifting position you can feel his cum starting to dribble out, far too much to be able to keep inside.  You turn your head to, resting your cheek on the mattress and closing your eyes as you enjoy the feel of Yoongi pressing loving kisses all the way down your spine.  He gradually works his way downward, finally pressing a kiss against the back of your thigh.  “I’ll make you feel good, mommy, promise.”  

As his tongue starts to lap against your entrance, licking up his own cum and your arousal with a happy hum, you’ve no doubt he will.  

Hoseok 

“Hobi, I’m home!” you call as you shut the apartment door behind yourself, dropping your bag on the hallway floor.  There’s no reply from the next room, or from down the hall, which even on a normal day would seem a little strange.  Hoseok would usually be tackling you into a hug by now, and with the text messages you’d been exchanging earlier… well, he’d seemed so needy that you’d half expected him to be waiting naked by the door from the moment you got back.  

He’s not in the living room, the kitchen, or your shared bedroom, but as you re-enter the hall you suddenly hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.  You smile to yourself as you push open the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so you can retain the element of surprise, but as the steam from the piping hot water starts to clear and you get a glimpse of your boyfriend through the misty shower screen, that smile quickly fades.  

Hobi’s stood under the running water with his head flopped forward, chest rising and falling heavily with breaths you can’t quite hear as his hand runs slowly up and down his hardened cock.  He’s got his eyes closed, lips parted, lost in the pleasure he’d so sweetly promised he’d save for when you got home.  

So much for that, hm?  

You strip yourself of your clothes and then silently climb into the tub behind him, watching the way the muscles in his shoulders are flexing and rippling as he touches himself, quietly groaning your name.  

“I thought I told you to wait.”  Hobi practically jumps out of his skin as he hears your voice and feels your arms wrap around his hips, abruptly letting go of himself and twisting his head to try and look at you over his shoulder, flushing guiltily.  

“I wasn’t going to make myself cum, promise,” he says quickly, placing his hands on top of yours and squeezing them,  “I just wanted to be nice and clean for when you got home…. but then I started thinking about you again and it just… it felt really good…”

“I’m sure it did,” you tut, pressing featherlight kisses against his back, wetting your lips with the water that’s still raining down on the two of you, “But I told you to wait, Hobi.”  You feel a tremor run through him when you pull your hands out from under his and take a step back, admiring his pert behind and strong legs with hungry eyes.  

Yes, you’re annoyed that he started without you, but you can’t deny how the sight of it has turned you on.  

You push on Hobi’s lower back, forcing him to bend forward and brace himself on the edge of the tub with his ass in the air.  He’d easily be able to resist you if he wanted to, but then that’s the point; Hobi wants to submit.  He knew he’d get punished if he was caught, and yet he chose to do it anyway.  

“You know what happens when you don’t listen,” you purr, reaching out and taking his buttocks in both hands, squeezing and kneading the wet, slippery flesh.  “Don’t you?”  You see him nod, his eyes closed and biting his lip, waiting for the slap he knows is coming.  “Answer me, Hoseok.”  

“I-I know,” he confirms thickly, rocking back on his heels to push his ass further into your hands.  Through his parted legs you can see his cock dangling toward the the bottom of the tub, still rock hard, a string of clear, sticky fluid seeping from the tip that has you licking your lips at the sight of it.  God, you can’t wait to have him inside you.  

Hobi is soundless the first time your palm slaps harshly against his buttock, the sound of it echoing around the room, but he’s gritting his teeth, his forehead pressed against the bathroom tiles, clearly feeling it’s effects.  He inhales sharply with the second, hissing through his teeth by the third, and with the fourth and fifth he lets out long, wavering moans of pleasure and pain, his back arching when you cup his ass in your hands again.  You watch as his skin reddens beautifully, running your fingertips over the outlines of your multiple handprints and smiling at the way he trembles and whimpers at your touch.  

“You still owe me an apology,” you remind him as you let your hands drop.  Hobi straightens up, turning to face you with a heaving chest.  His cheeks are gorgeously flushed, wet hair plastered to his head.  He reaches for you and you allow him to take you into his arms, pulling you close under the water, his erection digging into your stomach as he presses kisses to the top of your head, murmuring a heartfelt sorry.  “Make it up to me.”  

Hobi pulls away slightly, looking down at you, a bead of water hanging off the end of his nose that’s brushed away when he leans down to kiss you.  He takes your face in his hands, and as his mouth moves keenly against yours you let out a soft moan, dragging your fingernails down his washboard stomach.   

As you’d hoped, it soon escalates into more.  Without breaking your kiss Hobi effortlessly picks you up, holding your ass in his hands as you wrap your legs around his waist and tangle your fingers in his wet hair, pressing your back against the cold bathroom tiles to steady you both.  Part of you realises what a bad idea this is - if he loses his footing even for a moment you could both end up with broken arms or legs or worse - but as you feel his cock brush against your folds you just can’t seem to care.  

“Fuck me,” you demand, pausing only to speak before crashing your lips together again, delving your tongue into Hobi’s mouth as he obediently shoves you in one hard, sharp thrust.  Without any foreplay you can’t deny that it hurts, but as he starts to move, forcefully rutting into you, that pain dissolves into a pleasure that has you clawing at his scalp.  “Harder.  Fuck, harder, Hobi.”  He moans into your shoulder, snapping his hips against you, the bones digging the soft flesh of the inside of your thighs.  “Yes, baby, yes, don’t stop.”  

He kisses you again, so hard that your head bangs back against the tiles, and you answer his assault with a harsh bite of his bottom lip, tugging on it so hard that he yelps from the pain.  You can’t have him thinking he’s in charge, not even for a second; the only reason he’s fucking you now is because you allowed it.  If he hadn’t have spent all day turning you on with his needy texts and call you would’ve just spanked him and left.  

“Make me cum.  God, Hobi, I’m so close, make me cum on your cock.”  For once, your boyfriend listens, altering the angle of his thrusts to somehow get even deeper than before.  That’s all it takes to push you over the edge, white hot pleasure blossoming deep in your core and then spreading all over your body, hitting you in wave after wave, your walls contracting around him as he continues his thrusts, his eyes fixed on the look of bliss on your face.  

As soon as it starts to fade and you regain some clarity, you start to wriggle in his grasp, forcing Hobi to pull out and put you down for fear of dropping you, his brows knitting in confusion.  

“Honey?” he murmurs, reaching for your hand as you turn your back on him, climbing out of the tub without a word.   You grab a towel from the heater and wrap it around yourself before finally turning back to him with a smirk, throwing your wet hair over your shoulder.

“You should’ve listened, Hobi.”  You see him swallow, wetting his lips nervously as he tries to guage whether or not you’re just joking.  He should know you well enough by now to know you’re not.  “You aren’t cumming till I say so.” 

Namjoon

You’ve had the worst of days.  Your boss has been riding you all day over something that wasn’t even your fault, and the office bitch has been… well, a total bitch, as usual.  All day you’ve been counting the down minutes until you can leave, till you can go home to Namjoon, and now that you’re stood outside your apartment you can already feel some of the stress starting to melt away already.  

You can’t hear a single sound from inside the apartment but instinctively you know that Namjoon will be there, waiting for you, and sure enough when you push open the door his slender form is the first thing your eyes see.  Pushing the door closed behind you, you let the smallest of smiles grow across your face, exhaling a happy sigh.  

Namjoon’s kneeling in his usual spot, his eyes on the floor and hands folded neatly in his lap, wearing nothing more than a pair of black jeans and a thick, matching collar around his neck.  You’d almost think he hadn’t even realised you’d come in, so well-controlled is his reaction save the slight increase his breathing rate which gives him away.  

“You’re a welcome sight to come home to,” you tell him softly, and as soon as Namjoon hears you address him directly he picks his eyes up off the floor to look up at you, his plushy pink lips slightly parted.  “Come here, boy.”   You beckon with your finger and Namjoon crawls forward to kneel by your feet, tilting his head to the side when you lovingly run your fingers your his soft, fine hair.   “Talk to me.”   

“Was it a long day, mistress?” he asks you quietly, his voice coming out slightly croaky at first.  

“The worst,” you sigh, continuing to push his hair back from his forehead.  He really is the most handsome of toys you’ve ever owned.  “But I feel much better now I’m home with you.”  You cup his chin in your palm, smiling down at him and feeling your heart flutter when he smiles sweetly back up at you, those perfect dimples of his making an all too fleeting appearance.  

“I’m glad, mistress.  I missed you.”  

“I missed you too.”  You open up your purse and pull out Namjoon’s leash, deftly attaching it to the ring on his collar.  He hums happily when you give it a little tug, shifting his weight from one knee to another, and then reaches out towards your shoes before stopping himself short, looking up at you.

“Can I?”   You nod, lifting up your foot for him to slip off your heels for you one by one.  

“So good to me, aren’t you?”  

“I only want to please you, mistress,” he tells you, looking up at you from under his dark lashes.  

“And you do, boy.”   You thumb his cheek gently before letting go and padding your way over to the sofa with leash in hand, crawling obediently behind you, and when you flop down onto it he kneels himself at your feet again, waiting for your command.  

“Are you hungry, mistress?  

“No,” you sigh, letting yourself slump to the side, your head on the arm of the sofa.  Honestly, all you want is unwind in his company after such a horrible day.  “Just… help me relax.”  Namjoon blinks back at you for just a moment, clearly expecting more instruction.

“What would you like me to do, mistress?”  he asks, and you know that a good dom would tell him exactly what they want and exactly how to do it, but right now your brain is so frazzled that even you don’t know what you want.  

“Just… anything you want.”  His eyes widen slightly, his head tilting to the side in confusion.  This isn’t how things normally go between the two of you - not at all.   “You’ve been so well behaved just lately; my gorgeous little boy is long overdue a real treat.”  

“Thank you, mistress,” Namjoon says solemnly, dropping his gaze to the floor and wetting his lips, and when he looks up again you notice that his the black of his irises have expanded.  He looks darker all of a sudden, seductive.  

Slowly, he repositions himself so he’s kneeling directly between your legs and picks up one of your feet, placing it on his thigh.  He starts to massage your foot through your stockings, kneading the sore pads of your toes, and once he’s satisfied there he slides his hands up and starts to work the muscle in your calf, too.  Namjoon’s eyes are locked on yours throughout, and by the time he’s moved onto your second leg something that had started out quite innocently has got you breathing heavily and throbbing under your skirt.  

“Undress me,” you command suddenly, sitting up and shifting forward so your bottom is on the edge of the sofa.  Namjoon’s whole face lights up.

“Yes…”  He strips you of your stockings one by one, trailing his fingertips down the length of your legs, and then rises up onto his knees to start unbuttoning your blouse.   As his fingers work you let your eyes drift over his body, admiring his dark caramel skin, pinched waist and toned stomach, and as your gaze travels lower you’re pleased to see that all that light touching had affected him just as it had you.  Namjoon’s rock hard beneath his jeans, the large bulge in the centre of his crotch causing the buttons to gape.  

As soon as your blouse is undone you shrug it off your shoulders, eager to shed anything and everything you can, so flushed with arousal that your blood feels like it’s burning under your skin.  Namjoon reaches for your bra but you shake your head briskly, wrapping his leash around your knuckles as you hitch up your skirt to expose the black lace panties you underneath.  

“Take them off,” you tell him, voice pitched low and husky.  His eyes fix on your core, pressing his lips together as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and then pulls them down, his cheeks starting to flush with excitement.  Once they’re off you pick your feet up from the floor to plant your heels on the edge of the sofa, spreading yourself wide open and tugging on his leash to pull him towards you, guiding his mouth towards your dripping heat, biting your lip with excitement.  As soon as Namjoon is within reach you’re grabbing onto him, using your grip on his hair and his leash to yank him in the rest of the way, pushing him greedily into your pussy and moaning when he slips his tongue straight inside, evidently eager to taste you too.   

“Fuck, yes,” you groan, flexing your hips to push his tongue in deeper, his nose brushing against your clitoris.   “How does my pussy taste, boy?  Does it taste good?”   Namjoon groans into your folds and the pleasure that comes from the feel of the vibration shoots straight up your spine, your head flopping back into the cushions.   

He pleasures you that evening for as long as you require him to, making you cum with his fingers and tongue until you feel like there are no bones left in your body, and as he finishes himself off standing over you, spurting his cum all over your swollen pussy, you let out a happy, contented sigh.  

He really is your best, most favourite boy. 

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The Rulebook (prologue) II jjk (m)

Pairing: Jungkook X oc (fem) – other members appear throughout

Rating:  M

Word: 6k

Genre: strangers-to-whatever, college!au, fratboy!jk, fuckgirl!oc, romance

Summary:  The first time Jungkook meets you, the infamous female Kim

Warnings:  Language, suggestive language, college-age drinking and partying, cigarette smoking

AN:  So, I couldn't let go of them. I had this scene in my mind since the moment I conceived this wild ride of a series, but I didn't know where to put it in the actual timeline of the story. It seemed better as its own entity, like 5.1. If you haven't read this fic yet, I would suggest starting at chapter which is linked below. But either way, it's up to you. No harm, no foul! I hope you enjoy because literally no one asked for this but me :)

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One II Two II Three II Four II Five II Six II final

Jungkook knew he made the right decision. It took a lot of courage to convince his parents that transferring to this university would be better for him. Initially, his parents couldn’t comprehend why he’d risk his intelligence and financial security on a seemingly turbulent career in videography. But, when he scored a fat transfer student scholarship, they couldn’t object. All his life, Jungkook had been the apple of their eyes. He never gave them a hard time with school, behavior, or chores. He excelled at everything, so there was no reason to believe he wouldn’t do the same with a film career. He was a good boy.

Now, because Jungkook got more freedom at this university, he had more opportunity to express himself and loosen up. The business school he had previously attended stifled him, making him claustrophobic and uninterested in almost anything. At a big university, he could dabble into whatever without being bothered by his peers. He joined a filmmaking club, had more time to train at the gym, and even decided to join a fraternity.

The power Beta Tau Sigma had over the institution was noticeable since he stepped on campus. The frat did some considerable good by giving to local charities and had some fun events during orientation (including a dance performance and an obstacle course). But it was the rumors about their raggers that caught his eye. He liked to drink and party like anyone else his age, and if he wanted the real college experience, then he may as well go hard as he could. He was never one to back down from a challenge.

Hazing wasn’t as bad as he expected. Yes, it involved some public embarrassment, but he was a (very) talented singer so he didn’t mind singing Jason Derulo’s Savage Love in the middle of the quad. He could hold his alcohol pretty well, but yes, he did pull trigger more than once. He was confident enough in his looks that he wasn’t scared to pull up on some sorority rushees. He even slept with a couple. He was very clear from the get-go that he wasn’t looking for anything serious or long term, and there was appreciation for his candor. Also, they seemed to enjoy returning the favor.

Jungkook also found that he actually liked a lot of the fraternity brothers. He made friends with a fellow rushee, Jimin, who laughed a lot, enjoyed Attack on Titan, and could chug champagne like it was soda. Jimin was outgoing and kind, not afraid to act silly or mess around. It was easy to become friends with Jimin and truthfully (though he won’t boast), it’s easy to become friends with Jungkook. He particularly found a few of the already established members quite interesting, like the sunshine Brother, Hoseok. Not only was Hoseok one of the most happy-go-lucky members, he was also a member of BTS’ dance team. He welcomed Jungkook with open arms and nursed his hangovers.

But the most notable members of the house were three legacy family members: the Kims.

Jin, the eldest, was not only extremely handsome, but also very energetic and liked to pick fights with anyone in his way. He could eat three packages of ramen all to himself, but also cook a five star meal for the rushees. Even hungover, he was handsome and he knew it, regularly referring to himself as “Campus-Wide Handsome.” And the girls seemed to love his arrogance.

Then there was Namjoon, who was smart as Apollo. The guy’s range of interests varies from philosophy (his major) to music history to quantum physics. Jungkook didn’t need to be a genius to know that he was sitting beside one. Teachers knew it too, but he wasn’t just known for his brains amongst the academic staff. One time, when Jungkook accidentally entered a professor’s lounge where he heard a female Professor refer to Namjoon as an “Oral God.”

Then there was the last one, Taehyung. To say the least, the youngest Kim was weirdest. Good looks run in the family and he was definitely model-worthy with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes. He didn’t care about school but did well enough to get by. He did care about Overwatch, reading about the sexual feminist revolution, volunteering at the community garden, and rolling a cross joint. The kid was all over the place, and that included his sex life. In the past month, Jungkook had seen guys and girls walk in with Taehyung, sometimes at the same time, and no one ever batted an eye. Taehyung defined his sexuality as “if you’re fuckable, you’re fuckable.”

Respect.

It was easy to get along with the Kims and the rest of BTS. The carefree air that lingered around the house made the whole first month of college everything he wished it would be. The excitement only amplified when he got inducted officially with the rest of the rushees, and preparations for the initiation party raised everyone’s spirit on campus.

Jungkook readied himself in his dorm room. He decided on dark jeans and a black button up with his sleeves rolled up to show off his collection of tattoos. He looked at his hand and wondered when he would get the next one. Maybe he’ll meet someone tonight who can stick and poke. He wonders what kind of people will be there.

Like most of the initiates, Jungkook arrived early to help set up and pregame. He joined Jin pouring back shots like it was water (“you can really hold your alcohol, Jeon,” Jin laughs). He helped Joon set up his DJ set (“jeez, maybe I should go to the gym more,” Joon comments as he watches Jungkook lift speakers up with relative ease). He watches Tae roll literally 5 joints in preparation for the night. Jungkook wasn’t much of a smoker but he appreciated the art form. “You’re really good,” Jungkook comments as he shakes one of the closed joints.

Tae gives a boxy smile. “Practice makes perfect,” he smirks.

Jimin peers over Taehyung’s shoulder. “Yeah, but ___’s are still better.”

Taehyung looks at his former freshman roommate as if he had been stabbed in the back. “Are you blind?” He asks lethally, before sparking his joint.

“You can roll faster but ___ rolls better,” Jimin offers, keeping a diplomatic smile on his face.

“Please,” Taehyung scoffs after taking a hit and passing it to Jungkook. “She wishes.”

Jungkook was about to ask who they’re referring to, but the first hit of a joint always gets him. He’s still not much of a smoker, so his brain becomes fuzzy and forgets. But he’ll figure it out later.

After the joint, more people come into the house for the pregame. Jungkook joins in a few rounds of beer pong while Namjoon starts deejaying. After a few songs in, Namjoon groans in frustration.

“What happened?” Sana asks, Hoseok’s latest fling, after she hits island. Jungkook and Jimin groan because they were just winning.

“I’m missing an aux,” Namjoon sighs.

“Oh!” Sana says, before missing her next shot. “Call ___. I don’t think she’s left her apartment yet.”

Namjoon claps his hands before patting himself down for his phone. He pulls out his phone and turns the music down slightly. After just a few rings, he says, “Yo, ____. You still home..? Word, can you bring me an aux…? Yeah, yeah, I miscalculated… Dude, shut up. I made one mistake… over my dead body you’re the smarter one…. Don’t ruin the party because of your pride… okay, fine! Yeah, see you soon.”

“Difficult as ever?” Hoseok laughs, despite missing his shot.

“You know her,” Namjoon sighs.

Jungkook has now heard your name twice. It seems like everyone knows you but him. And curiosity makes the heart go stronger. He’s about to ask about your identity but Jimin calls for redemption and actually makes it. Victory removes you from Jungkook’s present consciousness as he shouts in glory, clapping his friend on the back. He’ll meet you later.

The party picks up in the next hour. Music blasts through the house, and people are committing age appropriate debauchery throughout the dance floor, hallways, and lawn. Jungkook is talking with Tae, Joon and Jimin at the kitchen island when he hears your name pop up again. “Oh, ___ hooked up with him,” Jimin notes.

Taehyung lets out a loud laugh. “Haha, so did I.”

Joon joins in the laughter. “Does she know?”

Tae shrugs, “but I can’t wait until I let her. She’ll be pissed.”

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees. “Isn’t that like one of her rules?”

Before Taehyung can confirm or deny, Jungkook asks, “Who’s ____?”

His three frat brothers stare at him intensely, a combination of shock and confusion splayed across their faces. “What?” Jungkook asks, feeling as if he committed a sin.

“You haven’t met ___ yet?” Namjoon asks, scratching his head.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Jungkook shrugs.

“But she’s here a lot,” Jimin adds.

“Eh, not as much,” Taehyung objects. “She’s been holed up in her apartment, working on apps and trying to get a campus job. Think she just got one at the library.”

“She a friend of yours?” Jungkook asks.

“No, she’s my cousin,” Namjoon clarifies.

“Cousin?” Jungkook repeats with wide eyes. He then looks at Taehyung and then asks, “Yours too? There’s more of you at the school?”

“Sister,” Jimin corrects. “Tae’s sister.”

“You have a sister?” He asks loudly.

“Twin sister,” Taehyung clarifies with a wag of his eyebrows.

“Whoa,” Jungkook breathes. He’s not so sure why he’s surprised by this information but he thought he’d met all of the Kims. And now there is a female one, with possibly similar features to Taehyung. No one can deny that Taehyung is a good looking dude, but imagining him as a girl just seemed… strange.

“Can’t believe you haven’t met her yet,” Jimin laughs. “____ is a riot.”

“How so?”

Namjoon chuckles knowingly, “gotta see her to believe her. She’s just as much of a menace to society as Taehyung.”

“I’m a highly valued member to this campus,” Taehyung snaps with a glare. “I bring spontaneity to you lifeless heathens.”

“Let’s put it like this,” Jimin says. “If Taehyung is chaotic evil-“

“Chaotic neutral,” Taehyung interjects.

“Nah,” laughs Namjoon.

“- then ___ is lawful evil,” Jimin continues, ignoring his brothers interruptions.

“A menace nonetheless,” Namjoon laughs.

Taehyung sighs. “She could do so much more damage if she didn’t have a rulebook the size of our university handbook.”

Before Jungkook could even ask what that means, his inebriated concentration switches to focus on Jin’s loud voice overshadowing the EDM bass blasting throughout the house. “Make way! Coming through! We got a loser here!”

The crowd of people that loiter at the kitchen entrance move aside sloppily for the eldest Kim. Jungkook sees Jin’s head bob through before he sees that he’s pushing someone else by the shoulders through the herd. “Ugh, come on, Jin. I just got here!” A feminine voice whines.

“Silence! Keg stand!” Jin shouts.

Jin pops through with a girl in front of him. Jungkook doesn’t believe in love at first sight but he may be wrong. He feels like he’s been smacked in the face. He can’t help but stare. The girl has shiny hair tied in a bun at the top of her head, plump red lips, and sharp eyes and jawline. She also looks good as hell, wearing a dark bodysuit with a zipper that’s showing off ample cleavage. Even underneath the black jogger type pants, he can tell she’s fit in all the right spots. Jungkook even likes the earring you chose, silver dangly ones that accentuate the column of your neck. “Good god,” he breathes.

Jungkook is snapped out of his awe when the girl stops dead in her tracks, causing Jin to bounce off of her. She glares directly at Jungkook with piercing eyes. He can only blink.

“Are you just going to stand here while I get harassed?”

Jungkook points at himself but before anyone can say anything, Namjoon speaks.

“Did you play Rock Paper Scissors again?” He asks dryly, unfazed by the harsh tone.

“So?”

“Well, you walked yourself into that mistake,” Taehyung shrugs. “You always lose.”

She sticks your tongue out. “Some brother you are.”

Brother? Jungkook’s eyes exchange back and forth between Taehyung and you. This is the female Kim? Truthfully, it makes sense - you do give off the air of a fuckboy. It suits you better than the rest of them even.

Your eyes shift to Namjoon and say, “The aux is on your stand. I do so much good for this family, and I’m paid back in betrayal.”

“You’ll be fine,” Namjoon dismisses as he heads off back into the living room.

“All right, all right,” Jin urges as he places his hands back on your shoulders to shove you out the door. “Stop stalling, ___. Go to your punishment like a good girl.”

“Ew, never call me that again,” you grimace as you head out to the porch.

Jungkook can only watch as you go outside, following the sway of your hips and your proud chin. Despite being destined for alcohol poisoning, you go with pride and air of indifference. Jungkook always had a thing for the way girls walk away. One of his few weaknesses.

Taehyung watches as his new frat brother stares at you. If Taehyung had been a different brother, maybe a misogynistic one with a sister complex, he’d be disgusted or enraged by the way Jungkook looked at you. But truthfully, Taehyung is used to the way that men look at you. Trying to deny your outstanding Kim genes would be denying his own. And that would just be false.

And truthfully, Jungkook passed Taehyung’s vibe check off that bat. When he appeared at their booth during orientation week, Jungkook appeared with a shy smile and a sparkle in his eye. Despite Jungkook appearing to be big and bad with tattoos and slick wavy hair, the kid had an infectious laugh and seemed genuine. Their later interactions only proved Taehyung right -- the kid was cool. He was competitive without harboring serious rage, could pull off imitations flawlessly, and could make a mean pork belly dish. He was a trooper through initiation too - could handle the jokes and obscene antics the house put him through. It was hard not to like him.

Taehyung knew his twin well. You’d totally fall for someone like Jungkook, maybe even hard enough to obliterate the rulebook that not even Taehyung could understand.

Interesting…

“Hey, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, snapping Jungkook out his awe.

“What?” Jungkook asks, turning his head back to your twin.

“You dropped something,” Taehyung notifies him, looking to the empty ground.

Jungkook, in his inebriation, looks down and then looks back at Taehyung. “What’re you talking about?”

“Your dignity,” Tae smirks. “It’s right there.” He taps the ground with his foot. Jimin snickers in the background.

“Oh,” he murmurs awkwardly. “Sorry, Man. I just didn’t expect that to be your… sister.”

“I’m just fucking with you,” Taehyung chuckles, clapping Jungkook on the back for reassurance. “Ogle her all you want. She’s a Kim after all.”

Jungkook’s face twists with confusion. “Wait what?”

“Trust me, Bro,” Jimin smiles, nudging Taehyung in the side. “He does not care.”

Taehyung smiles diabolically, similar to that of the Joker. “I’d actually pay you twenty dollars if you manage to hook up with her.”

“Dude, what?” Jungkook asks, bewildered.

Taehyung gives him an appraising look. “Yeah, you’re totally her type. Bad boy on the outside, good boy on the inside. She loves that shit.”

This may be the strangest conversation Jungkook has ever experienced in his life. He’s never seen anyone try to pimp out their sister before. Kims really are born different. All he can do is shift in his stance.

“___ will eat you alive,” Jimin laughs wildly at the prospect. “You know what I said about lawful evil-”

Taehyung elbows Jimin in the side before he can go on. “Give it a go, Bro.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at Taehyung. “This sounds like a scam.”

Your twin puts his hands up to prove his innocence. “No scam. My sister is her own woman. She can hook up with whomever she wants to, who am I to deny her of a golden boy?”

“You won’t try to deck me in the face if I try?” Jungkook asks skeptically.

Taehyung scoffs. “I’m a frat boy, not a caveman. Come back to the 21st century, Jeon.”

Before Jungkook can further question your twin, Jin pops his head through the kitchen window. “Yo, Jeon, get out here. I need you to help me lift my cousin for Keg Stand.”

“Destiny calls,” Taehyung smirks.

“Y’all are different,” Jungkook mutters under his breath before he heads out.

Once he’s far enough away from Jimin and Taehyung, the smaller frat brother leans in and says, “That’s kinda mean, Dude.”

“How so?”

“You know ___ won’t go for a BTS guy. Rule Number whatever. You ran him into an impossible bet.”

Taehyung shrugs. “We didn’t actually bet anything. And…I have faith in that one.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows. “What makes you say that?”

“Call it twin-telepathy.”

“___ didn’t even notice him.”

“Oh, she will,” smirks Taehyung. “She can’t help herself around guys like him. I’m over her self-imposed limitations. It’s boring.”

Outside, Jungkook moves through the quickly growing crowd to watch you headstand. People pull out their phones and holler your name to cheer you on. You wave and smile like the Queen of England.

“Come on, __!”

“Do it for the girls!”

“Put her in her place, Kim!” Someone shouts for Jin.

You point to the guy in the crowd. “Watch it, MJ. I’ll outrun you down Greek Row again.”

“I was on Molly! I got distracted.”

“Sounds like a loser,” you counter with an innocent shrug. Jungkook notices your performative innocence dwindle when he approaches you and the Keg stand. He notices the way that your eyes look him up and down. Maybe Taehyung was right.

“Jeon, meet my cousin, ___,” Jin says formally. “___ meet Jungkook. He’s the latest - ouch!”

You’re too interested in the boy in front of you to notice Jin rub his head with irritation. So interested that you don’t see Taehyung motioning for Jin to keep his mouth shut. Instead, you put your hand out to Jungkook. “___,” you smile.

Jungkook takes it and gives you a shake. “Jungkook. Nice to meet you.”

“Ah, I have heard about you.”

“Strange,” Jungkook says coyly with a tilt of his head. “I’m just hearing about you tonight.”

“All good things I hope.”

“I like to be my own judge of character.”

You smirk. “Well, I hope a Keg Stand will be enough to score high in your book.”

Jin watches the two of you flirt and grimaces at the sight. Unlike Taehyung, he’ll never get used to the sight of you flirting. You were the little cousin who used to make mudpies and spook him with scary stories during family camping trips. It was an odd sight to watch you flirt your way into nearly any man’s heart. “Okay, okay,” Jin interrupts. “Enough. You have to hold Keg until you’re sputtering.”

Any indication of sweetness leaves your face as you turn back to your eldest cousin. “Dude, I just got here,” you re-emphasize. “I like this outfit.”

“Fine. Let’s make a bet then.”

Your eyes light up. “Whatcha got in mind, Seokjin.”

“Bet you can’t hold it for 10 seconds.”

“Oof, bet,” you snort. Jungkook finds your confidence (and apparent alcohol tolerance) extremely adorable. He doesn’t doubt you; he just finds it amusing for someone to match Jin’s energy. “If I win, you have to go pantless the whole night.” The crowd (including Jungkook) laugh at the prospect.

“Back at ya,” Jin glares. His eyes hone in on Jungkook and says, “All right, muscle pig. Hoist her up.”

Jungkook looks down at you and asks, “You really doing this?”

“Hmmm, maybe you really haven’t heard a lot about me,” you tease with a wink. Jungkook feels his stomach clench at the sight of your pretty eyes, especially when you take the tub to your lips. “Just don’t drop me.”

She’s trouble, the angel on Jungkook’s shoulder notes.

She’s fun, the devil counters.

“I’d catch you” Jungkook winks back.

“All right, on three, Jeon,” Jin commands. “Someone is filming this, right? I gotta send it to your mom.”

“Leave her out of this!” You snap.

“THREE!” The crowd yells

“It’s payback for last year, Demon.”

“TWO!”

“Oh, never going to live that down,” you grumble before shoving the tube between your lips.

“ONE!”

Together, Jin and Jungkook lift you upside down. Jungkook hears you glug back the light beer with shut eyes and hands clutching the sides of the table until your knuckles go white. The crowd counts with anticipation. He’d seen other guys at Keg Stand throughout the night and it never brought it in this kind of crowd. But he decides that it must be because you’re the first girl tonight, or it’s because of the bet that stands between you and Jin. Or it’s just you. You Kims really are a different breed.

“EIGHT!” The crowd shouts.

“I’m not taking care of you tonight,” Namjoon shouts through the window.

“NINE!”

“Come on, Sis! I got twenty bucks on you!” Taehyung hollers.

“TEN!” The crowd shouts, clapping wildly. You don’t come down though.

“Fuck,” Jungkook exhales.

“Eleven?” A few people in the crowd say. Phone lights don’t die, and Jungkook can’t believe you’re still holding yourself up there.

“STOP BEING A SHOW OFF!” Jin shouts.

“TWELVE!” The crowd applauses before you tap Jin’s arm. Jungkook and Jin set you down at your request, and the crowd begins cheering for you. You wobble to stand up but put your hands up in victory. You let out an award worthy burp, deep and rumbling. Jungkook can’t help but laugh.

“Pants… off…” You grumble before you wipe your chin of excess beer.

Jin may be hot-headed but he’s a fair guy. This is what the crowd really hollers at, when he strips himself off his pants. He makes a whole show of it, causing people to whip out their phones again. He tosses the garments into the crowd and a few girls battle for it. While Jin steals the show, you lean against the railing of the porch and pull out a carton of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds.

Jungkook stands beside you. “All right, you got some serious respect points for that.”

You take the cigarette between your lips and smile lazily. “Yeah, anything to shut Jin up,” you nod. You offer him to take one but he shakes his head. “Ah, good for you.”

“Cowboy Killers.”

You let out a short laugh and a puff of smoke is produced from your lips. “I haven’t heard anyone refer to them as that before.”

“At least you don’t roll them,” Jungkook chuckles. “That would be some real backwoods shit right there.”

“Not that drunk yet. Give me another few beers and I’ll be stealing my brother’s stash.” You grimace at your own words. “Ugh, it’s a beer night, I guess.”

“Yeah, mixing is never worth it.”

“Never,” you agree as you ash the cig off the porch. You look at Jungkook appraisingly, the same way that Taehyung had look at him earlier. It was uncanny to see your similarity to him. You both had the same air of mystery and arrogance. It looked even better on you. “You new here? Haven’t seen you around before.”

“Yeah, I transferred in this year.”

“Aah, what do you study?”

“Planning on film studies.”

“Ooh, a filmmaker?”

“Yeah, that would be the plan.”

“Oh, very nice. Gotta ask, favorite movie?”

“The famous film major question.”

“Yeah, yeah, basic, I know.”

“La La Land is a favorite, good ending,” Jungkook nods as he leans against the porch with his arms crossed. “I also like anime movies. Your name is iconic.”

“An anime boy,” you say approvingly as you take another drag. “No wonder you're friends with my family.”

“You too?” Jungkook smirks.

“Naturally.”

“Got opinions on Attack On Titan?”

“Who doesn’t?”

Jungkook never expected to have a lengthy debate on the historical parallels of Attack On Titan at a fraternity party, but he was definitely not opposed. He watched the slow switch from you go from the “Cool Girl” to “Weeb” in a matter of minutes. He then saw the transition into student, where you reveal that you plan on majoring in Psychology, aiming to become a therapist like your uncle. He found it funny when you began to demonstrate basic psychological interpretations based on body language. There were many sides to you, not just the hot girl that got dragged through the party to get publicly shamed by her family.

“Yeah, okay, so I shake my leg,” Jungkook says as he finds two empty (but unused) solo cups. He fills them up to the brim and goes on, “doesn’t mean that I have anxiety or ADHD.”

You put your hands up to highlight your benevolence. “No shame in either. All the Kims could get a DSM-V diagnosis in a heartbeat.”

Jungkook chuckles as he passes you your cup of beer. “What’s yours?”

“Probably anxiety too,” you nod as you tap cups to cheers.

“It’s a gen z thing.”

“Definitely.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says as he leans back against the railing, but leaning in towards you. “What else does my body language say?”

You narrow your eyes and tap your fingers against the wood. “You want to fuck me.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise, partially out of shock and partially out of awe. “What’s my tell?” He asks curiously.

“Well,” you start as you take a step closer to him. Jungkook doesn’t step back, but does lean up. “You’re still talking to me about pop psychology at a frat party, your first one ever. And you could be talking to almost any other girl here, but instead you chose to stay here and get read by me.”

“Not afraid of a little psychoanalysis,” Jungkook shrugs. “It’s good to stay in touch.”

“And you keep stealing glances at my tits.”

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Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek. “I’m trying to be respectful about it,” he explains. “Kind of hard to avoid when I have to look down at you.”

You smirk. “No need to blame it on height. I know what I’m wearing.”

“Ah, so maybe the reverse psychology is that you like being looked at…”

You give a nod of approval. “Not bad. It sounds like there is a but though.”

“But…” Jungkook says, elongating the T, “you’re cautious.”

You blink. At first Jungkook thinks he may have pushed a button. Trtuhfully, he is being a little bold with a girl he just met but you seem to be cool with the read. “Ooh, say more, Jeon.” Your voice is halfway between a tease and genuine curiosity. You may even be having fun.

Jungkook laughs, a little bit out of relief. “You mind if I touch you.”

“Consent approved.”

“Cool,” Jungkook nods. He gently taps to the zipper that stops midway on your chest. “That zipper could go much lower, but you stopped it right in the middle. Teasing, but not as much as you could be, which makes me think, cautious. You got limits, Kim.”

You begin to clap. “You pick up things fast.”

Jungkook takes a chug of his drink. “I’m bullshitting right now, but I’ll take the compliment.”

“You could do much worse.”

“So what kind of limits are we talking here?”

You scoff. “We all have limits.”

“Jimin called you lawful evil.”

You roll your eyes and laugh. “So, you have information prior to our body language exchange. That’s cheating. I take back my compliment.”

“Hey, I’m working with what I got here. This isn’t easy.”

“No, but it’s fun. What else you got, Jeon? Just based on us two right now. Not on any of the other bullshit the BTS guys have said.”

Danger, says the Angel on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook licks his lips, which have suddenly gone dry despite the copious amounts of liquid he consumed throughout the night. He looks at your eyes, which are very pretty. They’re intense, and he feels like he might fall into them if he leans in too much. Despite the look being familiar, on you, it feels much more powerful.

“You want to fuck me too,” Jungkook says. It’s not his usual boldness. He prefers to do things more subtlety, not wanting anyone to feel uncomfortable. But, you seem right in your comfort zone. Especially when a smile grows on your lips.

“Attaboy.”

“Can I have my compliment back now?”

Your eyebrows raise this time. “Is that all you want? A compliment.”

“I’m pretty sure ‘Words of Affirmation’ scored second on my love language test.”

You let out a bark of a laugh that almost makes you spit out your drink. Jungkook finds it truly entertaining (and endearing) the way you flip flop between flirt and a twelve year old boy. Once you’re done laughing, Jungkook makes the bold decision to reach out and wipe some of the beer off your chin. A new side of you makes an appearance, one that seems more docile and curious than before. It’s not quite flirtatious, but it’s definitely curious.

“Sorry,” Jungkook says before licking his thumb. “Don’t want you to smudge your lipstick.”

You pop your lips. The look is back, and so is the flirt. “I highly doubt that.”

Fun, the Devil reminds him.

Jungkook can’t help but smile like a twelve year old boy now. His cheekbones probably hurt from smiling this much, and his ears are probably turning bright red. He touches his own ears to feel the heat. You really are a Kim. “You’re trouble.”

“You haven’t seen half of it.”

“Making big promises out here, ___,” he murmurs before taking a sip of his beer.

You tilt your head to the woods. “I’d rock your shit right out there in the woods, if you want.”

His eyes go big. “The woods? Seriously?”

“Why not?”

“I mean, jeez, we’re in a house. We could do it on a bed.”

“Oh, live a little.”

“Live a little,” he repeats while laughing. “What if your family sees me fucking you? How would you feel about that?”

You shrug. “It’s not like they haven’t before.”

“Dude, what?”

“Not like that! Jeez, what kind of hentai are you into, Stepbrother.”

Jungkook lets out a loud laugh this time. Not just because it’s a funny joke, but because of the irony. You join in unknowingly, but he lets you in on the secret. “I mean, I guess that is true.”

Your face drops. “You fucked your step sister?”

“No, no, no,” Jungkook says quickly, but still high from his laughter. “I mean, well… I am kind of a step brother figure to you now.”

You blink slowly before looking at your drink. “I’m so confused. I’m not that drunk.”

“Well, I rushed into BTS. So, I guess by technicality, we can pull off this hentai sub-genre if you want.”

And suddenly, nothing seems so funny anymore. Jungkook sees something flash across your face. He doesn’t know what emotion it is - disgust, horror, or shock. Maybe it’s definitely a switch from the girl who just offered to fuck him in the woods. He feels so oddly out of place right now, and isn’t quite sure where he fucked up. Even the angel and the devil don’t know what to say.

“You’re one of the new initiates,” you say, almost as if it were obvious. “This night… is for you?”

“I mean, kind of. And some of the other guys, like Jimin.”

You rub your forehead. “I knew about Jimin. But I didn’t know about you.”

“I’m pretty drunk, but I wasn’t that confused until now,” Jungkook admits wearily. “Sorry, did I go too far-”

“No, no,” you say quickly, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was totally coming onto you.”

“Yeah, I thought we both were,” Jungkook agrees, relief washing over him. But it was replaced with just genuine confusion now. “But… now we’re speaking in the past tense.”

“Yes, we are,” you say softly as you remove your hand.

Jungkook looks up to the night sky, looking for some answers or clarity. He’ll honestly take whatever, and he gets courage. So, he looks down at you and says, “Not that you owe me an answer, but I gotta ask, what just happened?”

You sigh, letting your lips flutter. “You were pretty spot on when I said I have limits.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I may be a hoe, but I have rules.”

“Ah, lawful evil?”

You snort. “Yeah, the rules maintain my lawful evil alignment.”

“And one of them is…”

“Rule #7: I don’t fuck BTS boys.”

Jungkook blinks a few time, as if that would help him absorb the information. Once he’s done absorbing, he simply says, “You don’t fuck BTS boys.”

“Yup,” you nod. “It’s just kind of too close to home. I got my cousins and brother in your fraternity, and that’s just a little too close to home for me.” You pause before looking back up at him and say, “I am sorry.”

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck and shrugs, “Hey, we all have rules. No harm, no foul.”

“Thanks for understanding. It is a shame though. I really would’ve rocked your shit.”

“Hey, I’m just glad you found out now and I wasn’t some major regret to you. Shit, that’s the last thing I would’ve wanted.”

You laugh lightly at that and take a sip of beer. He won’t know until another year and a half but you do really find it a shame that he’s in the same fraternity as the rest of his family. Tonight, you wish it could’ve been different. But neither one of you know that the future works in your favor.

But until then…

“Wait hold up,” Jungkook says after slamming his cup down on the railing. It’s a loud sound that makes you worry that he may react harshly to your nonsense rules, like some guys have in the past. Not that you can’t handle your own problems, but this kid is jacked and could really cause a scene if he wanted. But you know you have Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung in the house just in case this gets out of hand, so you just stay in front of him. You don’t run off like you normally would.

“Rule #7?” Jungkook repeats loudly. “There are 6 other rules?!”

Your mouth fumbles because this is not the reaction you expect. No other guy that you’ve rejected (on rulebook principles) have even thought to ask you about the others. So all you can do is laugh, because it seems like Jungkook is different. A completely different breed.

“There’s actually 15,” you chuckle

“15?!” Jungkook shouts, so that nearby drunkards startle at the sound. He doesn’t notice because he’s too shocked by your reply to even care. He runs a hand over his face and exhales a long puff of air. “Smoke another cig, ___. I got to to know. Lay them on me. I need to understand your psychology now.”

So, that’s what you do that night. You tell Jungkook the outline of your sacred fuckgirl text. He laughs in between questions and eventually, you two move on from there. You learn some more stuff about him, like his dog Bam and his car. You play a few rounds of pong and dance together, but far enough to not touch each other. Neither one of you refuse to tempt fate, but both of you decide that you become friends.

For now.

awkwardly in love

– pairing: jeongguk & reader

– genre: college, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, fluff, humor

– word count: 20k

– summary: even if everything changed, yours and jeongguk’s friendship would always stay the same - at least you thought so. but jokes on you, cupid had other plans for the two of you, making you reconsider everything you thought you knew about your best friend of twelve years.

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long way home 09 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

warnings: cheeky jimin, shirtless jimin, sad jealous angy gguk

summary: the one where jungkook wants to surprise you on your birthday but then he gets surprised with a half naked jimin in your apartment.

a/n: i've got nothing to say except that i envisioned lwh!jk as that one baby pic of bam, where he was held by jk, at that one particular line

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |

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"Should we really already start drinking now?" You watch Jimin filling the glasses with the red wine, perturbation contorting your face. "Of course. We gotta see if the wine I bought for you is actually delectable." "But I get drunk easily, tho." "I know," he replies, handing you your drink. "But I'll take care of you today." A coquettish grin falls over his lips.

You feel your cheeks heating up. "Fine," you say, accepting the wine. You clink glasses and both take a sip. You savour the taste of it for a moment before swallowing. "Mhm, this actually tastes good" you exclaim, turning to him to see his reaction. He agrees with a nod. "This is really good." You're both in your kitchen while you do the little wine taste test. Soon you'll both be leaving to get dinner with Seulgi. And after that you'll go clubbing with them. You set your glass on the counter before you turn around and open the fridge. "I think I've got some-" you twirl around again to grab open up a drawer but you didn't realise that Jimin got closer to you, making it inevitable not to collide with him. The glass of wine that he has been holding spills all of its liquid on Jimin's pullover and on the floor. You grab his biceps to avoid tripping. Luckily, the glass doesn't fall on the floor. There's just a huge puddle of red wine on the ground. You don't even want to look at Jimin's pullover that got half of the wine splashed on it. "Oh my God," you mumble in shock. Looking at this red stained pullover with a guilty face you say, "Please tell me this was an old pullover that you wouldn't care about never being able to wear again?" "Actually, this was the last thing my grandma gifted me before she passed away." Your eyes widen. "Jimin - I'm...I'm so-" Suddenly he starts laughing and although you're usually totally whipped for his squeaky laughter, you get confused hearing him amused. "Y/n, it's fine. This is just something I bought last week and I'm sure there is a way to get the stain out." "You-...your grandma didn't pass away?" "No, she's all fine. Probably making kimchi while watching the currently airing drama on TV." "Don't you ever scare me like that again." You squint your eyes at him, threatening him with your pointer finger. He just chuckles and you can't stay mad for too long. You look down at the mess on the floor. "I can clean this up," Jimin offers, but you shake your head. "You should change your clothes. I've got some of Jungkook hoodies in my closet. Just open the left door of my closet and they should be in the second drawer." It takes him a second before he starts moving. "I- okay, thank you." You watch him as he leaves the kitchen. You almost turn around to clean the floor, but then you get side tracked by Jimin pulling his pullover off of his body. You only see his back but oh fuck, his back is enough to get your imagination going. As quickly as the imaginations emerge in your mind, they all disappear at once with the sound of the door bell. You know who it is without even having to check. Jungkook has been texting you all day since morning. And all you had responded with was a "thank u <3" and ignored every call of his later on. When you open the door your surprised to find Jungkook standing with his back facing you. "Jungkook?" Abruptly, he whirls around, making Nabi who's strapped against his chest squeal in delight. She has a tiny party hat on her, chubby cheeks looking like little apples the way she smiles. "Happy Birthday!" Jungkook exclaims, his biggest smile on display. You've got two pairs of doe eyes staring at you with so much happiness, it makes your heart drown in love and fondness. You notice the gift in Jungkook's hands, a cuboid shaped present, neatly packed in some wrapping paper. "Thank you," you say. A smile falling over your face as you look at Nabi with that cute hat on her head. "She looks adorable." "You look beautiful as well," Jungkook replies, eyes briefly ogling the short and tight skirt that hugs your curves. He clears his throat. "Okay so, I've got some things planned for today," he begins. "First I wanted to pick out a fancy restaurant with the best food to ever exist but then I realised that you don't like fancy settings and stuff like that, soo I decided that we could stop by at the new burger place? They have a five star Google rating and I think that says a lot." "Jungkook-" "After dinner we could, I

don't know, watch a movie at my place? Get ice cream? Take a walk along the river? Play Uno? It's totally your choice, birthday girl. Oh and we should definitely-" "Jungkook." "Hm?" He stops his long speech about the plans he has for your birthday with the sweetest smile you could ever imagine. "I actually already have plans for tonight." "Oh? Let me hear. But we're definitely going to that burger place. Nabi is so excited to have her first burger in her life." "No, I mean-" you pause, uncertain how to tell him that yes, you've got plans but no, he's not involved in them. "Jimin and Seulgi planned to go clubbing with me today." The boyish grin on his face fades. Jungkook looks like a kicked puppy when the realisation starts hitting him. He can't come with you. His babysitter doesn't work for him today. "We're getting dinner before that, though. You could tag along with us if you'd like?" you try to make the guilt that claws on your skin vanish by asking him that, though you can already sense his answer. "Y/n, I couldn't find-" you turn your head when you hear Jimin's voice next to you, jerking a little at his sudden appearance. "Oh," he stops, taking a look at Jungkook standing at the door. "Didn't know you were here." Jimin greets Jungkook with a genuine smile, but you don't miss the little sparkle of mischief shining in his eyes. And it's only then when you realise that Jimin is - still - shirtless. His etched in stone abs - with deep cuts that you could wash clothes on - are enormously distracting you come to realise when you have to gulp and blink before you can force yourself to shift your gaze back to Jimin's face. Jimin's mouth twitches. He's holding back a grin and you're glad he does, because you're sure you wouldn't survive one of his charming smirks while he is shirtless - his toned upper body all on display. You look back to Jungkook, only to find him already staring at you. He raises his eyebrows as if he wanted to say mind to tell me what's going on? But you're so startled, nothing comes out of your mouth. Jungkook's nostrils flare. He looks Jimin up and down, his jaw twitching. "You're coming with us, Jungkook?" Jimin asks, totally unfazed by the situation. "No, I'm not coming with y'all." He sends a piercing stare Jimin's way before he sets his gaze back to you. "We can hang out tomorrow, right?" Jungkook asks you, despite his cold demeanour, his voice softens when he talks to you. "Sure, yeah, we can do all the things you had planned tomorrow." You nod as you talk, ending your sentence with an encouraging smile. You don't know why he is so huffy all of a sudden - well, it's probably because for years you've spent your birthday with Jungkook and now he has to find out that you're having plans without him on this day - but you try to get him into the mood that he was in two minutes ago. "You should still get your present, tho," Jungkook says, handing you his gift. "Open it when you're alone, please." "Thank you, I will." You weigh it in your hands, curios as to what it might be. "So, you'll be just standing half naked in front of the entrance or...?" Jungkook inquires, his pierced brow raised as he casts a questioning look to Jimin. "Jungkook," you warn, scowling at him. "Don't be rude." "Just asking," Jungkook mumbles. "No, I just wanted to-" Jimin starts explaining, but you cut him off. "No, it's fine, Jimin. Jungkook wanted to leave now anyway, right?" Jungkook narrows his eyes at you. "I guess." "Thanks for stopping by. And thanks for the gift," you say. "Oh, and thank you, too, Nabi." You softly pinch her doughy check, coaxing a bright smile out of her. "See ya tomorrow." "I'll get going then." He manages to force a tight lipped smile on his mouth before he leaves. You close the door, leaning against it with a heavy sigh. Ignoring and storing away all the mixed feelings that float around your body, you ask, "how couldn't you find a hoodie in my closet?" "I dunno, I checked right where you said they'd be, but they weren't." You try not to look

down, but it's inevitable. Your eyes flick down to Jimin's chest and you huff a little annoyed. "Just- don't-" you can't even form a sentence. Jimin smirks. "What?" You look away, feeling the blood rush through your cheeks again. "Nothing." ~ You don't know what time it is when you arrive home. You're drunk and tired and couldn't care less. When you finally change into your pyjamas are ready to tumble into bed you notice the present on your duvet. Jungkook. You totally forgot about his gift. Within a few seconds you grab the present and unwrap it, probably a little too brutal - and maybe a little too excited - than you'd normally need to. You frown when you realise what Jungkook's gift is. It's your favourite fantasy novel. But why would he gift that to you? You already have it at home. In both the paperback and hardcover version. You open the book to see if it's maybe signed by the author but then you stumble across Jungkook's handwriting. On the front page he had written when he had started and finished reading the book. You sit down on your bed. He read your favourite book? That doesn't make sense. He would never pick up a book. No matter how many times you've wanted him to read one of your favourites. But as you flick through the book you see all the little notes he wrote with his black pen on the side of the pages. Sometimes there were sticky notes attached when his thoughts were too long to write next to the paragraphs. It's a thick book as well, so you're stunned to see almost every page marked with his black ink. On the very last page, there is a folded piece of paper attached to it. You unfold it. You didn't expect to see Jungkook writing a full review about the book, but he did. You skim most of the parts, too tired to read through it (and maybe because that way you'd have something worth anticipating for when you wake up the next morning). Your whole body is filled with little butterflies flying around and filling you with so much happiness, you can't help but smile. Jungkook, you think. You sigh contentedly as you slowly let your back hit the mattress while you hold the letter up in the air. A tiny giggle escapes your lips. You can't wait to start rereading your favourite book again, and this time you'd have Jungkook's thoughts scribbled all over the pages with you. Before you fold the letter again and put it back into the book, your eyes land on the last line of his review. I think I'll always love whatever you love, too.

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