Strange Vibes
Strange Vibes
Pairing: JungkookxYou
Genre: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You know how people say to stick with your gut? Well, there's a reason for that. Whenever you feel something is off but can't put your finger on it, it drives you crazy. However when it comes to your best friend maybe you should try listening a little bit harder.
Note: In this fic Jungkook is in college and of age.
6698 Words
You had been getting some weird vibes lately. It wasn’t all the time but as the days went by those vibes had been increasing. The hair on the back of your neck would stand up and when you’d look around, your eyes would catch a pair looking right back into yours. It was unnerving. You knew those eyes which made it even worse because you were both so familiar with each other. Growing up together since you were toddlers to now as adults. He was still the boy next door and you the girl next door. Moving out hadn’t happened yet for either of you and oddly you both were going to the same college. However you had different majors so it wasn’t as if you had many classes together.
Looking across the table in the coffee shop, you finally got fed up with it. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you cross your arms over your chest and look at the boy, the friend you’ve known forever. “What Jungkook-ah? I know you want something, just spit it out.” He doesn’t say anything just blinks at you almost as if he’s blinking out of a haze. A lopsided grin spreads over his face and it makes you want to knock that sideways snapback off his head. “Nothing noona.” He picks up his coffee and looks back at his notes. You were supposed to be studying together as it was near the end of the semester and exams were coming up.
Studying…well, lets just say it was not going well. You couldn’t concentrate when you kept getting these strange almost demanding vibes from Jungkook but whenever you caught him like this he reverted right back to that cute puppy you knew so well. He was handsome sure, and the red he had decided to dye his hair only enhanced his good features but the kid at heart was always there whenever he spoke, smiled, laughed. It had always been refreshing but lately it felt like a mask. Staring at him intensely, you didn’t let your guard down but he just looked up at you batting those much too pretty lashes for a boy and shrugged. “It’s really nothing noona. Come on, if you don’t study I’ll beat you again with my scores.” He chuckled and you glared.
The little jerk. Every year the two of you competed with your GPAs and every year the kid beat you by just a few points. It was beyond annoying and he always liked to rub it in your face. Picking up your biscotti you bite off a huge chunk and chewed noisily just to annoy him. He didn’t like when others were loud with their eating, it grated on his nerves. Today however he was really good at hiding his annoyance. If only he hadn’t started tapping his finger on his notebook. You grinned seeing it worked and then went back to studying.
Stretching your arms above your head, you smiled and stood up. Picking up your paper, pencil and your bag you made your way up to your professor’s desk and handed in your exam. It was the last one of the day as well as the semester. With a new bounce in your step you left the class. Walking through the corridors you were ready to relax. Or maybe do a little partying?! That sounded like fun too. You always hated waiting for your results but just like every other college student here you had to wait. Ugh, and those professors that waited until the absolute last minute to put in your grades made you so angry. This was why there was always a party going on. A place to relax, let out any remaining steam you had and forget about those grades you’d either be jumping up and down for or crying about later.
Pulling out your phone as you walked in your room, you sent a quick text to your friendly neighbor. “Party tonight, pick me up at 9.” There was no question, Jungkook would do it because this was what you guys always did. You didn’t go to many parties without him. He always had your back and you always had his. If you did it was with a few other girls who you also knew wouldn’t leave without you because let’s be real, parties are fun but they aren’t always full of upstanding students and wise choices. About a minute later a reply came, “Be ready.” You stick your tongue out at your phone as if it’s Jungkook standing right in front of you. He was saying that on purpose. According to him you were always taking too long to get dressed. Five minutes late was really not that long, okay?!
Alright..
So maybe it was more like 10 to 15 minutes but hey you wanted to look good when you go out. Perfection can’t be rushed.
The same thing occurs tonight. Jungkook is making small talk with your parents. They’re asking him all about school and if he’s still playing basketball which he hadn’t done since he was 14. When you finally came down the stairs his eyes went immediately to you and were giving you the thankgodyou’refinallyready distress call. Jungkook loved your parents but being alone with them for more ten minutes when they wouldn’t even turn on the television was a bit much even with him growing up around them.
Shrugging your shoulders at him, knowing he was about to mention your lack of being on time you tell him to come on. Your parents tell you to be safe and you hold back your groan turning back to smile at them telling them it was just a night out with a few friends and of course Jungkook would be with you so you’d be fine. “I’ll take care of her.” He nods, reassuring them and your mother and father amble back into the house content that you’re in the hands of such a capable young man. Something your mother never forgets to tell you at least once a day. If they had it their way Jungkook and you would already be married with two kids. Something neither of you discussed, though it was silently noted.
“You’re late, again.“ He starts and you just roll your eyes. “I’m sorry that I can’t just run a brush through my hair and look amazing.“ Jungkook smirks at your compliment that you could kick yourself for giving. That was not how it was supposed to go. “I look good huh? I know.“ Punching him in the arm you tell him to shut up and keep walking. He just laughs at you after of course pretending that you had hurt him. Which you knew very well that you hit like a girl. Such a faker.
The place you were headed was of course a house party. Someone’s parents weren’t in town as always and it was the perfect place to be. Plenty of space for everyone to have some fun. In one room there was a beer pong table set up, the living room had the couches pulled back so that people could dance if they wanted to, the music was blaring and it was playing a good mix that appealed to the general masses. There were red cups everywhere, in peoples hands and on practically any surface flat enough to hold one. You knew better than to just leave your cup anywhere. Jungkook and you head straight for the kitchen where a keg is set up along with a huge variety of all types of liquor on the island. He makes you both a drink and then you go your separate ways.
He found some buddies he knew and you found a few of your girl friends that you hadn’t spoken to in awhile. It wasn’t long before the three of you were dancing with each other. A nameless guy slid in between you and your friend, wanting your attention. He didn’t touch you but danced next to you respectfully. Being impressed you decided to give him your attention and dance with him. Your bodies moving to the beat of the music, drawing nearer and nearer as the tune flowed through your every pore. It wasn’t long until you were in each others arms, dancing a little more sensually than necessary. Your hand ran over his chest, while he had his on your lower back, running up and down your sides getting dangerously lower each time. However with your cup in your hand and it’s contents already been refilled a couple times you didn’t mind at all.
That was until you felt those eyes on yours again. They were dark, demanding, needy. You just couldn’t figure out what they wanted. The world being a little fuzzy though, you ignored the feeling and continued moving your body along with the guy in front of you/ Sungjin, was the name you managed to get. He slid his hand behind your neck, leaning closer to you as he had your pressed up against him now. Except those lips that looked rather tasty right now didn’t meet yours. You hear your name and it pulls you out of your haze. Looking to your left you see Jungkook is right in beside you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from hot blooded frat guy.
You’re pouting and asking his what he wants. “I was kind of busy there.” He ignores you, grip tight on your wrist, pulling you in and out of the many people, until finally you’re in a room that oddly has no one there. He shuts the door and pushes you against it, one hand slamming onto the door right above your head. Jungkook is leaning over you with these piercing eyes that were familiar yet even more intense than you’d seen over the last few weeks.
His gaze makes you shy away, eyes cast off to the side. “What was that fo-” The sudden warm fingers gripping your chin turning your face back to his makes you stop short. Upon meeting his gaze, once more all words stop dead in your throat. You can’t get anything out. In fact, your mouth feels dry and as much as you want to look anywhere else you can’t. There’s something about Jungkook’s dark eyes that keep you rooted to your spot, barely breathing almost as if you’re scared to do so.
This is so foreign to you, you don’t know what to make of it. Silence envelopes you two and it’s driving you crazy. Why won’t he speak? He is the one who just dragged you away as if he had something urgent to say but nothing. Silence. Readjusting your grip on the red cup you have, makes a crack through the silence and it’s almost like that is what sparks things into action. Before you can catch a breath, Jungkook’s lips are on yours. There’s only a slight moment of hesitance before he’s parting your lips and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. He’s ravaging your lips and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or something else but your response is immediate. Your grip on the cup is slackening, your focus is completely on the feeling that Jungkook’s lips are giving you. Who knew he’d be such an expert with that tongue of his. The way it dominated and led yours was unlike anything you had ever seen in him.
He was always the cute little puppy who followed you. Now, he was making a warmth pool just below your stomach and moans rise up as he sucks on your bottom lip, nipping it before he runs kisses along your jaw. His lips make their way to the junction of your jaw and your neck which he begins sucking on. The red cup slips from your fingertips and less than half empty cup sprays beer on the both of your legs but neither of you notice. A breathy moan escapes your lips as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands are at your waist, sliding underneath your shirt and up your back. His hair is so soft, your fingers slide through it as he attacks the rest of your neck and you lean your head in the opposite direction to give him more access.
Pulling on his hair, he bites your neck and the moan that bubbles up is like nothing you’ve even heard before. You had no idea that Jungkook could affect you in such a way but the trail his lips were leaving was on fire. You wanted to feel more of him and you knew he wanted to feel more of you. Yanking on his hair hard enough to pull him away from your neck, you crashed your lips into his and forced him to step back. As you’re kissing him, you continue making him walk further and further into the room until he hits a desk behind him and falls backwards just a bit before steadying himself and you. He turns you around, hands on your hips, lifting you up and setting you on top of the desk. Pulling him forward you wrapped your legs around his waist and he pulled off your top.
Not wanting to be the only one without a shirt, you yanked at his shirt and he immediately pulls it up over his head, tossing it to the floor. His hands roam all over your back as his lips were back at your neck only to slowly make their way to your collar bone. “J-Jung kook-ah..” You want to ask him what’s gotten into him but it’s really hard to do between the alcohol and the way he’s making you feel. He stops, licking along your clavicle to look up into your eyes. Now you can see it. It wasn’t some weird creepiness that you had felt before but it was raw desire, need, want, lust and something else that you couldn’t quite place. You knew that Jungkook cared about you as you cared for him too but this had never even been uttered from either of your lips as even a silly what if question.
His hand cups your cheek and caresses it, “Don’t let other guys touch you like that.” You blink not sure how to respond to that but you don’t have to. Jungkook is back to brushing his lips over yours. “I don’t like it.” he says in between kisses. He bites on your bottom lip and it stings slightly but you like it, it went straight to a part of you that you couldn’t deny. He unhooks your bra, sliding the straps down your arms while looking into your eyes. You can tell he wasn’t kidding. He was completely serious about the words he had just said. In fact you can see that he’s actually annoyed by it. This makes you giggle and he looks at your curiously before smiling.
A second later those giggles are gone as the bra drops to the floor, he’s kissing your shoulder and his hands are cupping your breast, marassaging them. Jungkook works his way back up your neck, to your ear, sucking on your earlobe as he teases a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Your moan is loud and you know it but you don’t care. The music is much louder in that house than you’ll ever be. It drowns you out perfectly. His warm moist breath is against your ear as he whispers, “I like hearing you moan like that.” He nibbles on your ear before tugging on it and moving his lips along your jaw back to your lips all the while his hand is still at work with your breast. His other hand slides up your back, neck into your hair and pulls you in, deepening your kiss. Your legs tighten around his waist and you slip a hand down his chest until it reaches the top button of his jeans, undoing them.
Pulling down the zipper, you slip your hand into his pants yet over his boxers and feel just how hard, Jungkook has already gotten. Rubbing your hand over his dick, you feel his groan reverberate off your lips and it makes you smile. Still rubbing him slowly, you plant soft kisses along his jaw until your by his ear and ask softly, “Jungkookie, do you want something?” Teasing each other had always been a part of your relationship. It wasn’t about to stop now. Squeezing his dick just slightly, you hear him swear underneath his breath, his breathing had gotten heavier too. “I want you. I want all of you.” He rushes in saying, and you chuckle at his eagerness.
Removing your hand from his pants, you start to pull on the skirt you were wearing, trying to wiggle out of it. Jungkook kisses your lips sloppily and then pulls you off the desk, yanking your skirt off, as you kick off your flip flops as well. How they even managed to stay on while your legs had been wrapped around him were beyond you and the least of your worries. Jungkook is impatient now and he takes off his jeans as fast as he can, which is more than fine with you. Once he has them off, you place one hand on his chest pushing him backwards. He did good picking a bedroom instead of a study. Shoving him on the bed, you climbed on top of him, leaning over him you run your fingers through his hair, pressing your lips against his gently, while you roll your hips against his.
He sighs into your lips and you do it again. His hands are all over you, on your back, on your ass, in your hair. He can’t seem to make up his mind where he wants to put them. Rolling your hips against him again, his hand squeezes your ass and your bite down on the crook of his neck, the deep moan followed by “Fuck, Noona..fuck.” Only makes you want to do it again but instead you explore his body more. Your lips make their own path, along those delicious collarbones you realize you had always wanted to nibble on and do so, to his pecs that look oh so good under closer inspection and his nipples are quite a bit more sensitive than you had expected, the tight grip he has on your hair only reinforces that fact. Your tongue explores his defined abs, right down to the elastic of his boxers.
You slip a fingertip in, running it along the band as you watch him, watch you. His breathing is getting ragged in anticipation. So you tease a bit more slipping the finger in just a little bit more and running back the way you had just come, “Nooona..” he whines at you and the expression on his face is just too cute for you to bare. Sliding his boxers down, he lifts up his hips to make it easier, you toss them aside and run your hand over his dick. The touch makes him shiver and you grin. Picking it up you wrap your hand around it and gently rub it up and down, licking your lips before your run your tongue over the slit, tasting the precum that had already formed. Then you run your tongue around the head while moving your other hand to his balls. Taking him in your mouth, you bob your head while massaging him the response is almost instantaneous, “Mmm…”
Jungkook is biting his lip, trying to hold back from saying another string of profanities. You take more of him in your mouth each time your head bobs. You’re not able to fit all of him though but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. You alternate your speeds from slow to fast back to slow once again, resulting in him bucking his hips. Pulling back you stop at just sucking the head, swirling your tongue around him before sucking just a tiny bit more, his hips buck again and this time he really does let out that string of profanities mixed with moans telling you just how good it feels. Jungkook is really tempted to just fuck your mouth especially with the fact that you’re bringing him closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment but he manages to get a hold of himself. Leaning forward he caresses you cheek bring your attention to him, with a finger he lifts your chin and you stop, taking your lips off of him. He pulls you up towards him and kisses you hard, flipping you over.
He growls into your ear, “How did you become so good at that?” but you just shrug, “Born with it.” He shakes his head at you while you smirk at him. Jungkook brushes his lips against yours then plants chaste kisses along your body. Stopping at your breasts to cup one with his hand and run his tongue along your nipple. The sudden wet, coldness makes you shiver just before he takes you in his mouth, sucking on your breast while his hand is tweaking your other nipple, your back arches slightly, as it feels oh so good. You whine as his hand stops playing with your nipple and slides down your stomach. His touch is so feather light it almost tickles, that is until his hand is slipping into your panties, fingers slipping between your folds and rubbing your clit. He finds a rhythm that matches with the way he swirls his tongue around your nipple. It’s slow but feels wonderful, your breathing is growing heavier, he’s making you moan while a warmth is pooling low.
His fingers slip inside you and a small gasp escapes you as you were so lost in the pleasure you were feeling you weren’t expecting him to do that. His two fingers moved inside you slowly and it made your hips rock as if you were trying to nestle them deeper inside of you. Jungkook let go of your breast and kissed his way down your stomach, removing his hand from your panties, causing you to let out a whimper. You threw one of your arms over your face, not wanting to let him see you like that. He completely had you hot, bothered, and wanting more, a wanton mess. Biting your lip, you keep yourself from just yelling at him to fuck you now.
He brought his now slick fingers to his nose and smelled them, slipping them into his mouth, tasting you. You had peeked at him and wished you hadn’t because the blush that crept up your cheeks was scarlet. “W-what are you doing?” Your breathy voice just turned him on more and he grinned, “Tasting you. You smell and taste amazing by the way noona.” If you could reach him you would have punched him for saying that right now. Using noona, somehow got to you even more. It was just something in the way it rolled off his tongue so sweetly.
Pulling your panties off, he kissed the insides of your thighs, running his hands along the tops of them, biting here and there, moving closer to where you really wanted him to be only to back off down your thigh. You let out another whine and Jungkook licked up your thigh, all the way to your folds and right over your clit. This made you tense, taking a sharp intake of breath and letting it out shakily. He pressed your thighs wide apart and began licking and sucking on your clit, clenching, your moan was louder than you had anticipated but it felt so good. He didn’t put his fingers back inside you and that made you disappointed, your hips began to rock as if trying to hint to him to do so. Instead he slid his tongue inside of you, “Jungkook-ahh” your hand went into his hair, yanking on it and this only encouraged him more as he worked his tongue as if he had been doing this for years and honestly it made you wonder just where he had practiced before.
He was getting you so riled up just with his tongue that you knew he was going to make you come if he kept this up. Which as much as you wanted that, you wanted his dick inside of you more. Yanking on his hair, you called his name again. “Stop..stop..” He didn’t though, his fingers began rubbing your clit in a circular motionwhile his tongue pushed inside you as far as it could go, tasting every bit of you that he could. “Fuck me. Jungkook-ah, fuck me!” His ears perked up at that and he chuckled, the vibrations you felt against your skin nearly sent you over the edge, your hips bucked, your back arched and a long moan came out. You need him inside of you right this instant.
Jungkook kissed the inside of your thigh before pushing your legs together and flipping you over. He wanted you on you hands and knees. You knew this and obliged without any hesitation. Once you were in the position he wanted, his hand ran along your spine, down to your ass that he rubbed, squeezed and then kissed. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” You couldn’t respond with anything but a whine of frustration. It annoyed you to hear him laugh once again. “Okay, okay.” He says, muttering about how impatient you are. Placing a hand on your hip, he grabs his dick and lines it up, slowly pushing into you.
Feeling him inside you makes you mewl, something you didn’t even know you could do. Jungkook likes it though and begins moving. He starts out slow, not wanting to hurt you but soon you tell him faster and he does just that. You both can hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, panting and moans from one another. You’re tight around him and it feels so good to him that he’s slamming into you now. Pulling your hips to meet with his thrusts. The way he fills you up over and over again is just want you wanted. His fingers begin to dig into the flesh on your hips and his breathing as well as his thrusts are becoming more erratic as he’s coming close to the edge. Jungkook moves his hand down to your folds and rubs your clit while he’s pounding into you. The loudness of the two of you is ever growing as he’s panting and grunting, groaning, while your calling his name, mewling, telling him to go harder. Skin slapping against skin growing louder with each hard thrust into you. His nimble fingers and the way his dick is hitting you just in the right way brings you to your orgasm that you can’t hold back with your voice. You let it all out.
With a few more thrusts, Jungkook is riding his orgasm out with you. Your arms and legs feel tingly, almost as if they had fallen asleep and are now on pins and needles. You’re week and lean down on your elbows. Jungkook is lying on your back, arm wrapped around you waist panting heavily. Both of you slick with sweat are trying to get control of your breath once more. Once it goes back to a normal pace, he kisses your back and pulls out of you. You let your legs crumble beneath you, lying face first on the bed. Jungkook crawls up next to you, pulling you into his arms, kissing your forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, lips and then settles next to you. Neither of you say anything, just enjoy the moment of being fully sated.
Eventually, you say, you both need to get dressed. He nods and that’s what you do. Finding your clothes that were strewn abouy the room you two quietly dress and leave the room. The party is still going on and you could rejoin but neither of you are in the mood for that anymore. Jungkook slips his hand into yours and leads you out of the crowded house, keeping you close. Giving challenging eyes to any guys that look at you. Not that you notice, your mind is sort of numb after all of the events that just happen.
He takes you back home and pulls you into a passionate kiss because once again he’s managed to work those lips like they’re heaven and it leaves you breathless yet wanting more. In a haze you walk inside and go straight to your room. Plopping into bed you don’t even bother changing. You grab the blanket that’s folded at the end of your bed pulling it over you, curl up in a ball and fall fast asleep. Your legs had grown stronger on the walk home but they were still a bit weak. Jungkook really worked a number on you.
The next morning, you wake up to the sun shining in your face and you quickly pull the blanket over your face. A knock on your door and it’s your mom calling you down to breakfast. Sitting up, you groan. There’s no hangover but getting out of bed isn’t what you wanted. There was too much you didn’t want to think about.
Like…you had sex with Jungkook.
While intoxicated.
At a party.
In someone else bed.
How much worse could it get? That was not how you ever wanted it to go. Well, it’s not like you had thought about having sex with Jungkook before but that wasn’t the point. Looking down at your clothes, you sniffed. “Ugh..I smell like sex and alcohol.” Disgusting. Jumping out of bed you ran for the shower. Your mother could not smell you like this. That was adamant. Thank god she hadn’t come into your room like she normally does. With the hot water running over your skin in a constant stream, your mind couldn’t help but reply bits and pieces of the night before. The most replayed was the last kiss you shared with Jungkook. There was just something about it that you couldn’t get out of your head. Not to mention he had said something to you and you couldn’t remember.
After being in the shower much longer than was necessary you finally got out and dressed. Going down for breakfast, you ate without suspicion from your family. That was nice because honestly you felt like a spy or a fugitive or something. If they knew anything had happened between you two it would be chaos. Absolute chaos as a cake would be in the oven and a tape measurer coming at you at unfathomable speed. No one noticed a thing though. Just you.
It was a few days before you saw Jungkook. Honestly, you were avoiding him but it wasn’t that hard because he was actually rather busy. You two had talked like you normally did through texts but his dad had some project renovating a house going on that Jungkook was helping him with. You felt a little lonely but it was better that way. You needed to clear your thoughts and figure things out.
Your phone buzzed on your dresser. Lying on your bed you didn’t want to move so you left it there. However it buzzed again. Weighing your desire to lay in bed against that itch to see what the message said it turned out your desire wasn’t that strong. Getting up, you walked over to your dresser, picked up your phone and unlocked it. Opening the messages you see both are from Jungkook. “Grades are posted.” Well that was short and to the point. You couldn’t deny though that you were extremely curious to see if you had finally beaten the little brat. Working hard, never seemed to pay off but you didn’t lose hope this time either.
Before reading the second you opened up your laptop and logged in to your college site to see your grades. They were good, all A’s and B’s you just needed to see if you got enough A’s to beat Jungkook. Finding your GPA you were quite content. 3.92. Picking up your phone you read the second message, “Our place?” Nothing new there. They always met at this little field behind a convenient store where they could sit with whatever snacks they wanted and talk away from the hustle and bustle of others. It used to be the spot to go when they were mad at their parents or siblings but lately it had just become a place to talk and always their spot for figuring out who had the better grades.
“See you in 10.” You text back quickly only to get a reply in less than 30 seconds saying, “Don’t you mean 20.” You dropped your phone on the dresser wrinkling your nose. Brat. This time you got dressed quickly, shorts, tank top, light jacket and your hair pulled up in a ponytail. It was time to prove him wrong. Once out the door, you walked quickly more out of excitement than anything to meet Jungkook. Of course this excitement had nothing to do with being able to see him finally after all that time.
You never did figure out what he said and wouldn’t ask him either. In fact you had forgotten about it. Making it to your spot in record time of 12 minutes. It had you grinning from ear to ear. Placing the blanket down that you had brought with you, you took a seat, knees to your chest and your chin resting on top. Jungkook wasn’t there yet, so you waited as patiently as you could. Which meant you ended up picking at the grass.
A few minutes later you felt a tap on your right shoulder, only to look and see no one there. “Aish.” You grumble looking to your left now and seeing Jungkook stretched out beside you almost as if he had been there all along. “That trick is soo old.” You tell him while he just smirks at you, “Yet, you fall for it every time.” Not having anything to say to that you just stick out your tongue like the kids you are. It was always this way with him. See nothing changed. Except his shoulder bushed yours and your heartbeat sped up. It shouldn’t do that. It was an accident after all.
Peeking at him from beneath your lashes, you look at his profile, his eyebrows just as nice as ever, his eyelashes just as long as ever, the slender nose, his lips that felt so good against yours..you mean um…you don’t even know what you mean. Looking away you blush at remembering how they felt and wanting to kiss them again. It looks like things had changed.
For you anyways.
“So, what did you get?” You could hear the cockiness in his voice and it irked you. Huffing you glare over at him. “On three like normal.” The two of you count down, you say your number and he says, actually you don’t know what he says. Your eyes go wide, and you stare at him like he’s grown two heads or something. “Uh..what? What number was that?” Jungkook looks into your eyes, it’s that same intense gaze only it’s not. It’s somehow softer this time but still just as intense. You can’t tear your eyes away. “I said I love you.” You stop breathing for just a second. Not ready for this. No, not ready for this at all.
What happened to safe GPA’s that were a game? Why wasn’t he saying that. Better question, why did you feel giddy even though you felt shocked and confused. You blink once, twice, and a sigh. Not you though, no it’s your neighbor, your best friend, your well.. your Jeon Jungkook.
“You don’t have to say anything, noona. I-I just wanted to tell you.” He rubs the back of his head nervously looking away from you now. “I mean I wanted to tell you before that night..but then things got carried away and I didn’t want you to think that I was saying it because of the moment.” He begins to ramble and the waves of surprise slowly dissipate. Your hand inches over to his and rests on top. He looks up at you again, back with those innocent eyes you knew so well. They were the same ones that always made you want to protect him and kick bullies butts whenever they tried to bother him.
Jungkook wasn’t different, he just grew up. Or at least he had just grown up more. Not quite the little boy that you used to know. He was becoming a man and it looked like not only was he evolving but so were your feelings. Leaning over you brushed your lips against his. Jungkook’s hand reached up and cupped your cheek as he deepened the kiss and you let him but pulled back a few moments later. His eyes gazed into yours, searching for the answer he was waiting for. A small smile quickly turned into a smirk and he pecked your lips once more. Neither of you needed to say anything more. “Good. Just like I said.”
You looked confused again. “Like you said?” He nods but you’re still waiting for an explanation. He continues, “that night.” That night? What in the world was he talking about. Sure they had said some things but a lot of it related to sex and that just didn’t make any sense. Then it dawned on you, oh he had said something. Something you had never caught. Tilting your head, you asked, “What did you say?” Jungkook grins at you, a devilish, self-satisfied, cocky look in his eyes, “You’re mine.”
Blink.
I’m his? How could I have missed him saying that. It was because you had already gone into a haze right after kissing him for that last time that night. After a moment you, you hit him in the shoulder. “Yah, who said I was yours? Pssh, I’m not your property.” You grumble and he just laughs at you, pulling you down on top of him, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Let me up.” You say as you try to push yourself up but he’s got his arms wrapped tight around you. “Not until you admit you’re mine.” You look off to the side and huff, “Not a chance in hell.”
He squeezes you and you roll your eyes, only to have his warm breath against your ear, “Noona, don’t play hard to get…you know I can get you to scream my name. You were pretty loud that night.” He kisses your ear lobe and you freeze. A chill went down your spine and something else right to your groin. Oh no, this was not good at all. You flash back to moments of that night and blush. “Fine…I’m yours.” You say barely above a whisper, but Jungkook heard you and he accepts. Letting his arms relax their grip on you. If you wanted you could roll off of him but you don’t. Instead you lay your head on his chest. He places a flower behind your ear. He had it with him all along, hoping this would be the outcome.
Popping back up you look down at him excitedly, “Sooo, what’s your GPA? Hmm? Hmm?” You were dying to know and almost forgot. He chuckles at you and moves you off of him, refusing to look at you. “Ooh, I don’t know.” He says in a sing-song voice. You poke his sides, knowing he’s ticklish. “Yes you do now tell me. I beat you didn’t I?!” He just laughs at you, “Maybe I’ll tell you later.” Glaring at him you hit him and this time he doesn’t pretend to be hurt but just laughs more. Your bickering could be heard from a mile away, but this was how your relationship always was and always would be. Well, with maybe just a little bit more from now on.
Pairing: JungkookxYou
Genre: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You know how people say to stick with your gut? Well, there's a reason for that. Whenever you feel something is off but can't put your finger on it, it drives you crazy. However when it comes to your best friend maybe you should try listening a little bit harder.
Note: In this fic Jungkook is in college and of age.
6698 Words
You had been getting some weird vibes lately. It wasn’t all the time but as the days went by those vibes had been increasing. The hair on the back of your neck would stand up and when you’d look around, your eyes would catch a pair looking right back into yours. It was unnerving. You knew those eyes which made it even worse because you were both so familiar with each other. Growing up together since you were toddlers to now as adults. He was still the boy next door and you the girl next door. Moving out hadn’t happened yet for either of you and oddly you both were going to the same college. However you had different majors so it wasn’t as if you had many classes together.
Looking across the table in the coffee shop, you finally got fed up with it. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you cross your arms over your chest and look at the boy, the friend you’ve known forever. “What Jungkook-ah? I know you want something, just spit it out.” He doesn’t say anything just blinks at you almost as if he’s blinking out of a haze. A lopsided grin spreads over his face and it makes you want to knock that sideways snapback off his head. “Nothing noona.” He picks up his coffee and looks back at his notes. You were supposed to be studying together as it was near the end of the semester and exams were coming up.
Studying…well, lets just say it was not going well. You couldn’t concentrate when you kept getting these strange almost demanding vibes from Jungkook but whenever you caught him like this he reverted right back to that cute puppy you knew so well. He was handsome sure, and the red he had decided to dye his hair only enhanced his good features but the kid at heart was always there whenever he spoke, smiled, laughed. It had always been refreshing but lately it felt like a mask. Staring at him intensely, you didn’t let your guard down but he just looked up at you batting those much too pretty lashes for a boy and shrugged. “It’s really nothing noona. Come on, if you don’t study I’ll beat you again with my scores.” He chuckled and you glared.
The little jerk. Every year the two of you competed with your GPAs and every year the kid beat you by just a few points. It was beyond annoying and he always liked to rub it in your face. Picking up your biscotti you bite off a huge chunk and chewed noisily just to annoy him. He didn’t like when others were loud with their eating, it grated on his nerves. Today however he was really good at hiding his annoyance. If only he hadn’t started tapping his finger on his notebook. You grinned seeing it worked and then went back to studying.
Stretching your arms above your head, you smiled and stood up. Picking up your paper, pencil and your bag you made your way up to your professor’s desk and handed in your exam. It was the last one of the day as well as the semester. With a new bounce in your step you left the class. Walking through the corridors you were ready to relax. Or maybe do a little partying?! That sounded like fun too. You always hated waiting for your results but just like every other college student here you had to wait. Ugh, and those professors that waited until the absolute last minute to put in your grades made you so angry. This was why there was always a party going on. A place to relax, let out any remaining steam you had and forget about those grades you’d either be jumping up and down for or crying about later.
Pulling out your phone as you walked in your room, you sent a quick text to your friendly neighbor. “Party tonight, pick me up at 9.” There was no question, Jungkook would do it because this was what you guys always did. You didn’t go to many parties without him. He always had your back and you always had his. If you did it was with a few other girls who you also knew wouldn’t leave without you because let’s be real, parties are fun but they aren’t always full of upstanding students and wise choices. About a minute later a reply came, “Be ready.” You stick your tongue out at your phone as if it’s Jungkook standing right in front of you. He was saying that on purpose. According to him you were always taking too long to get dressed. Five minutes late was really not that long, okay?!
Alright..
So maybe it was more like 10 to 15 minutes but hey you wanted to look good when you go out. Perfection can’t be rushed.
The same thing occurs tonight. Jungkook is making small talk with your parents. They’re asking him all about school and if he’s still playing basketball which he hadn’t done since he was 14. When you finally came down the stairs his eyes went immediately to you and were giving you the thankgodyou’refinallyready distress call. Jungkook loved your parents but being alone with them for more ten minutes when they wouldn’t even turn on the television was a bit much even with him growing up around them.
Shrugging your shoulders at him, knowing he was about to mention your lack of being on time you tell him to come on. Your parents tell you to be safe and you hold back your groan turning back to smile at them telling them it was just a night out with a few friends and of course Jungkook would be with you so you’d be fine. “I’ll take care of her.” He nods, reassuring them and your mother and father amble back into the house content that you’re in the hands of such a capable young man. Something your mother never forgets to tell you at least once a day. If they had it their way Jungkook and you would already be married with two kids. Something neither of you discussed, though it was silently noted.
“You’re late, again.“ He starts and you just roll your eyes. “I’m sorry that I can’t just run a brush through my hair and look amazing.“ Jungkook smirks at your compliment that you could kick yourself for giving. That was not how it was supposed to go. “I look good huh? I know.“ Punching him in the arm you tell him to shut up and keep walking. He just laughs at you after of course pretending that you had hurt him. Which you knew very well that you hit like a girl. Such a faker.
The place you were headed was of course a house party. Someone’s parents weren’t in town as always and it was the perfect place to be. Plenty of space for everyone to have some fun. In one room there was a beer pong table set up, the living room had the couches pulled back so that people could dance if they wanted to, the music was blaring and it was playing a good mix that appealed to the general masses. There were red cups everywhere, in peoples hands and on practically any surface flat enough to hold one. You knew better than to just leave your cup anywhere. Jungkook and you head straight for the kitchen where a keg is set up along with a huge variety of all types of liquor on the island. He makes you both a drink and then you go your separate ways.
He found some buddies he knew and you found a few of your girl friends that you hadn’t spoken to in awhile. It wasn’t long before the three of you were dancing with each other. A nameless guy slid in between you and your friend, wanting your attention. He didn’t touch you but danced next to you respectfully. Being impressed you decided to give him your attention and dance with him. Your bodies moving to the beat of the music, drawing nearer and nearer as the tune flowed through your every pore. It wasn’t long until you were in each others arms, dancing a little more sensually than necessary. Your hand ran over his chest, while he had his on your lower back, running up and down your sides getting dangerously lower each time. However with your cup in your hand and it’s contents already been refilled a couple times you didn’t mind at all.
That was until you felt those eyes on yours again. They were dark, demanding, needy. You just couldn’t figure out what they wanted. The world being a little fuzzy though, you ignored the feeling and continued moving your body along with the guy in front of you/ Sungjin, was the name you managed to get. He slid his hand behind your neck, leaning closer to you as he had your pressed up against him now. Except those lips that looked rather tasty right now didn’t meet yours. You hear your name and it pulls you out of your haze. Looking to your left you see Jungkook is right in beside you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from hot blooded frat guy.
You’re pouting and asking his what he wants. “I was kind of busy there.” He ignores you, grip tight on your wrist, pulling you in and out of the many people, until finally you’re in a room that oddly has no one there. He shuts the door and pushes you against it, one hand slamming onto the door right above your head. Jungkook is leaning over you with these piercing eyes that were familiar yet even more intense than you’d seen over the last few weeks.
His gaze makes you shy away, eyes cast off to the side. “What was that fo-” The sudden warm fingers gripping your chin turning your face back to his makes you stop short. Upon meeting his gaze, once more all words stop dead in your throat. You can’t get anything out. In fact, your mouth feels dry and as much as you want to look anywhere else you can’t. There’s something about Jungkook’s dark eyes that keep you rooted to your spot, barely breathing almost as if you’re scared to do so.
This is so foreign to you, you don’t know what to make of it. Silence envelopes you two and it’s driving you crazy. Why won’t he speak? He is the one who just dragged you away as if he had something urgent to say but nothing. Silence. Readjusting your grip on the red cup you have, makes a crack through the silence and it’s almost like that is what sparks things into action. Before you can catch a breath, Jungkook’s lips are on yours. There’s only a slight moment of hesitance before he’s parting your lips and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. He’s ravaging your lips and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or something else but your response is immediate. Your grip on the cup is slackening, your focus is completely on the feeling that Jungkook’s lips are giving you. Who knew he’d be such an expert with that tongue of his. The way it dominated and led yours was unlike anything you had ever seen in him.
He was always the cute little puppy who followed you. Now, he was making a warmth pool just below your stomach and moans rise up as he sucks on your bottom lip, nipping it before he runs kisses along your jaw. His lips make their way to the junction of your jaw and your neck which he begins sucking on. The red cup slips from your fingertips and less than half empty cup sprays beer on the both of your legs but neither of you notice. A breathy moan escapes your lips as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands are at your waist, sliding underneath your shirt and up your back. His hair is so soft, your fingers slide through it as he attacks the rest of your neck and you lean your head in the opposite direction to give him more access.
Pulling on his hair, he bites your neck and the moan that bubbles up is like nothing you’ve even heard before. You had no idea that Jungkook could affect you in such a way but the trail his lips were leaving was on fire. You wanted to feel more of him and you knew he wanted to feel more of you. Yanking on his hair hard enough to pull him away from your neck, you crashed your lips into his and forced him to step back. As you’re kissing him, you continue making him walk further and further into the room until he hits a desk behind him and falls backwards just a bit before steadying himself and you. He turns you around, hands on your hips, lifting you up and setting you on top of the desk. Pulling him forward you wrapped your legs around his waist and he pulled off your top.
Not wanting to be the only one without a shirt, you yanked at his shirt and he immediately pulls it up over his head, tossing it to the floor. His hands roam all over your back as his lips were back at your neck only to slowly make their way to your collar bone. “J-Jung kook-ah..” You want to ask him what’s gotten into him but it’s really hard to do between the alcohol and the way he’s making you feel. He stops, licking along your clavicle to look up into your eyes. Now you can see it. It wasn’t some weird creepiness that you had felt before but it was raw desire, need, want, lust and something else that you couldn’t quite place. You knew that Jungkook cared about you as you cared for him too but this had never even been uttered from either of your lips as even a silly what if question.
His hand cups your cheek and caresses it, “Don’t let other guys touch you like that.” You blink not sure how to respond to that but you don’t have to. Jungkook is back to brushing his lips over yours. “I don’t like it.” he says in between kisses. He bites on your bottom lip and it stings slightly but you like it, it went straight to a part of you that you couldn’t deny. He unhooks your bra, sliding the straps down your arms while looking into your eyes. You can tell he wasn’t kidding. He was completely serious about the words he had just said. In fact you can see that he’s actually annoyed by it. This makes you giggle and he looks at your curiously before smiling.
A second later those giggles are gone as the bra drops to the floor, he’s kissing your shoulder and his hands are cupping your breast, marassaging them. Jungkook works his way back up your neck, to your ear, sucking on your earlobe as he teases a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Your moan is loud and you know it but you don’t care. The music is much louder in that house than you’ll ever be. It drowns you out perfectly. His warm moist breath is against your ear as he whispers, “I like hearing you moan like that.” He nibbles on your ear before tugging on it and moving his lips along your jaw back to your lips all the while his hand is still at work with your breast. His other hand slides up your back, neck into your hair and pulls you in, deepening your kiss. Your legs tighten around his waist and you slip a hand down his chest until it reaches the top button of his jeans, undoing them.
Pulling down the zipper, you slip your hand into his pants yet over his boxers and feel just how hard, Jungkook has already gotten. Rubbing your hand over his dick, you feel his groan reverberate off your lips and it makes you smile. Still rubbing him slowly, you plant soft kisses along his jaw until your by his ear and ask softly, “Jungkookie, do you want something?” Teasing each other had always been a part of your relationship. It wasn’t about to stop now. Squeezing his dick just slightly, you hear him swear underneath his breath, his breathing had gotten heavier too. “I want you. I want all of you.” He rushes in saying, and you chuckle at his eagerness.
Removing your hand from his pants, you start to pull on the skirt you were wearing, trying to wiggle out of it. Jungkook kisses your lips sloppily and then pulls you off the desk, yanking your skirt off, as you kick off your flip flops as well. How they even managed to stay on while your legs had been wrapped around him were beyond you and the least of your worries. Jungkook is impatient now and he takes off his jeans as fast as he can, which is more than fine with you. Once he has them off, you place one hand on his chest pushing him backwards. He did good picking a bedroom instead of a study. Shoving him on the bed, you climbed on top of him, leaning over him you run your fingers through his hair, pressing your lips against his gently, while you roll your hips against his.
He sighs into your lips and you do it again. His hands are all over you, on your back, on your ass, in your hair. He can’t seem to make up his mind where he wants to put them. Rolling your hips against him again, his hand squeezes your ass and your bite down on the crook of his neck, the deep moan followed by “Fuck, Noona..fuck.” Only makes you want to do it again but instead you explore his body more. Your lips make their own path, along those delicious collarbones you realize you had always wanted to nibble on and do so, to his pecs that look oh so good under closer inspection and his nipples are quite a bit more sensitive than you had expected, the tight grip he has on your hair only reinforces that fact. Your tongue explores his defined abs, right down to the elastic of his boxers.
You slip a fingertip in, running it along the band as you watch him, watch you. His breathing is getting ragged in anticipation. So you tease a bit more slipping the finger in just a little bit more and running back the way you had just come, “Nooona..” he whines at you and the expression on his face is just too cute for you to bare. Sliding his boxers down, he lifts up his hips to make it easier, you toss them aside and run your hand over his dick. The touch makes him shiver and you grin. Picking it up you wrap your hand around it and gently rub it up and down, licking your lips before your run your tongue over the slit, tasting the precum that had already formed. Then you run your tongue around the head while moving your other hand to his balls. Taking him in your mouth, you bob your head while massaging him the response is almost instantaneous, “Mmm…”
Jungkook is biting his lip, trying to hold back from saying another string of profanities. You take more of him in your mouth each time your head bobs. You’re not able to fit all of him though but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. You alternate your speeds from slow to fast back to slow once again, resulting in him bucking his hips. Pulling back you stop at just sucking the head, swirling your tongue around him before sucking just a tiny bit more, his hips buck again and this time he really does let out that string of profanities mixed with moans telling you just how good it feels. Jungkook is really tempted to just fuck your mouth especially with the fact that you’re bringing him closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment but he manages to get a hold of himself. Leaning forward he caresses you cheek bring your attention to him, with a finger he lifts your chin and you stop, taking your lips off of him. He pulls you up towards him and kisses you hard, flipping you over.
He growls into your ear, “How did you become so good at that?” but you just shrug, “Born with it.” He shakes his head at you while you smirk at him. Jungkook brushes his lips against yours then plants chaste kisses along your body. Stopping at your breasts to cup one with his hand and run his tongue along your nipple. The sudden wet, coldness makes you shiver just before he takes you in his mouth, sucking on your breast while his hand is tweaking your other nipple, your back arches slightly, as it feels oh so good. You whine as his hand stops playing with your nipple and slides down your stomach. His touch is so feather light it almost tickles, that is until his hand is slipping into your panties, fingers slipping between your folds and rubbing your clit. He finds a rhythm that matches with the way he swirls his tongue around your nipple. It’s slow but feels wonderful, your breathing is growing heavier, he’s making you moan while a warmth is pooling low.
His fingers slip inside you and a small gasp escapes you as you were so lost in the pleasure you were feeling you weren’t expecting him to do that. His two fingers moved inside you slowly and it made your hips rock as if you were trying to nestle them deeper inside of you. Jungkook let go of your breast and kissed his way down your stomach, removing his hand from your panties, causing you to let out a whimper. You threw one of your arms over your face, not wanting to let him see you like that. He completely had you hot, bothered, and wanting more, a wanton mess. Biting your lip, you keep yourself from just yelling at him to fuck you now.
He brought his now slick fingers to his nose and smelled them, slipping them into his mouth, tasting you. You had peeked at him and wished you hadn’t because the blush that crept up your cheeks was scarlet. “W-what are you doing?” Your breathy voice just turned him on more and he grinned, “Tasting you. You smell and taste amazing by the way noona.” If you could reach him you would have punched him for saying that right now. Using noona, somehow got to you even more. It was just something in the way it rolled off his tongue so sweetly.
Pulling your panties off, he kissed the insides of your thighs, running his hands along the tops of them, biting here and there, moving closer to where you really wanted him to be only to back off down your thigh. You let out another whine and Jungkook licked up your thigh, all the way to your folds and right over your clit. This made you tense, taking a sharp intake of breath and letting it out shakily. He pressed your thighs wide apart and began licking and sucking on your clit, clenching, your moan was louder than you had anticipated but it felt so good. He didn’t put his fingers back inside you and that made you disappointed, your hips began to rock as if trying to hint to him to do so. Instead he slid his tongue inside of you, “Jungkook-ahh” your hand went into his hair, yanking on it and this only encouraged him more as he worked his tongue as if he had been doing this for years and honestly it made you wonder just where he had practiced before.
He was getting you so riled up just with his tongue that you knew he was going to make you come if he kept this up. Which as much as you wanted that, you wanted his dick inside of you more. Yanking on his hair, you called his name again. “Stop..stop..” He didn’t though, his fingers began rubbing your clit in a circular motionwhile his tongue pushed inside you as far as it could go, tasting every bit of you that he could. “Fuck me. Jungkook-ah, fuck me!” His ears perked up at that and he chuckled, the vibrations you felt against your skin nearly sent you over the edge, your hips bucked, your back arched and a long moan came out. You need him inside of you right this instant.
Jungkook kissed the inside of your thigh before pushing your legs together and flipping you over. He wanted you on you hands and knees. You knew this and obliged without any hesitation. Once you were in the position he wanted, his hand ran along your spine, down to your ass that he rubbed, squeezed and then kissed. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” You couldn’t respond with anything but a whine of frustration. It annoyed you to hear him laugh once again. “Okay, okay.” He says, muttering about how impatient you are. Placing a hand on your hip, he grabs his dick and lines it up, slowly pushing into you.
Feeling him inside you makes you mewl, something you didn’t even know you could do. Jungkook likes it though and begins moving. He starts out slow, not wanting to hurt you but soon you tell him faster and he does just that. You both can hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, panting and moans from one another. You’re tight around him and it feels so good to him that he’s slamming into you now. Pulling your hips to meet with his thrusts. The way he fills you up over and over again is just want you wanted. His fingers begin to dig into the flesh on your hips and his breathing as well as his thrusts are becoming more erratic as he’s coming close to the edge. Jungkook moves his hand down to your folds and rubs your clit while he’s pounding into you. The loudness of the two of you is ever growing as he’s panting and grunting, groaning, while your calling his name, mewling, telling him to go harder. Skin slapping against skin growing louder with each hard thrust into you. His nimble fingers and the way his dick is hitting you just in the right way brings you to your orgasm that you can’t hold back with your voice. You let it all out.
With a few more thrusts, Jungkook is riding his orgasm out with you. Your arms and legs feel tingly, almost as if they had fallen asleep and are now on pins and needles. You’re week and lean down on your elbows. Jungkook is lying on your back, arm wrapped around you waist panting heavily. Both of you slick with sweat are trying to get control of your breath once more. Once it goes back to a normal pace, he kisses your back and pulls out of you. You let your legs crumble beneath you, lying face first on the bed. Jungkook crawls up next to you, pulling you into his arms, kissing your forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, lips and then settles next to you. Neither of you say anything, just enjoy the moment of being fully sated.
Eventually, you say, you both need to get dressed. He nods and that’s what you do. Finding your clothes that were strewn abouy the room you two quietly dress and leave the room. The party is still going on and you could rejoin but neither of you are in the mood for that anymore. Jungkook slips his hand into yours and leads you out of the crowded house, keeping you close. Giving challenging eyes to any guys that look at you. Not that you notice, your mind is sort of numb after all of the events that just happen.
He takes you back home and pulls you into a passionate kiss because once again he’s managed to work those lips like they’re heaven and it leaves you breathless yet wanting more. In a haze you walk inside and go straight to your room. Plopping into bed you don’t even bother changing. You grab the blanket that’s folded at the end of your bed pulling it over you, curl up in a ball and fall fast asleep. Your legs had grown stronger on the walk home but they were still a bit weak. Jungkook really worked a number on you.
The next morning, you wake up to the sun shining in your face and you quickly pull the blanket over your face. A knock on your door and it’s your mom calling you down to breakfast. Sitting up, you groan. There’s no hangover but getting out of bed isn’t what you wanted. There was too much you didn’t want to think about.
Like…you had sex with Jungkook.
While intoxicated.
At a party.
In someone else bed.
How much worse could it get? That was not how you ever wanted it to go. Well, it’s not like you had thought about having sex with Jungkook before but that wasn’t the point. Looking down at your clothes, you sniffed. “Ugh..I smell like sex and alcohol.” Disgusting. Jumping out of bed you ran for the shower. Your mother could not smell you like this. That was adamant. Thank god she hadn’t come into your room like she normally does. With the hot water running over your skin in a constant stream, your mind couldn’t help but reply bits and pieces of the night before. The most replayed was the last kiss you shared with Jungkook. There was just something about it that you couldn’t get out of your head. Not to mention he had said something to you and you couldn’t remember.
After being in the shower much longer than was necessary you finally got out and dressed. Going down for breakfast, you ate without suspicion from your family. That was nice because honestly you felt like a spy or a fugitive or something. If they knew anything had happened between you two it would be chaos. Absolute chaos as a cake would be in the oven and a tape measurer coming at you at unfathomable speed. No one noticed a thing though. Just you.
It was a few days before you saw Jungkook. Honestly, you were avoiding him but it wasn’t that hard because he was actually rather busy. You two had talked like you normally did through texts but his dad had some project renovating a house going on that Jungkook was helping him with. You felt a little lonely but it was better that way. You needed to clear your thoughts and figure things out.
Your phone buzzed on your dresser. Lying on your bed you didn’t want to move so you left it there. However it buzzed again. Weighing your desire to lay in bed against that itch to see what the message said it turned out your desire wasn’t that strong. Getting up, you walked over to your dresser, picked up your phone and unlocked it. Opening the messages you see both are from Jungkook. “Grades are posted.” Well that was short and to the point. You couldn’t deny though that you were extremely curious to see if you had finally beaten the little brat. Working hard, never seemed to pay off but you didn’t lose hope this time either.
Before reading the second you opened up your laptop and logged in to your college site to see your grades. They were good, all A’s and B’s you just needed to see if you got enough A’s to beat Jungkook. Finding your GPA you were quite content. 3.92. Picking up your phone you read the second message, “Our place?” Nothing new there. They always met at this little field behind a convenient store where they could sit with whatever snacks they wanted and talk away from the hustle and bustle of others. It used to be the spot to go when they were mad at their parents or siblings but lately it had just become a place to talk and always their spot for figuring out who had the better grades.
“See you in 10.” You text back quickly only to get a reply in less than 30 seconds saying, “Don’t you mean 20.” You dropped your phone on the dresser wrinkling your nose. Brat. This time you got dressed quickly, shorts, tank top, light jacket and your hair pulled up in a ponytail. It was time to prove him wrong. Once out the door, you walked quickly more out of excitement than anything to meet Jungkook. Of course this excitement had nothing to do with being able to see him finally after all that time.
You never did figure out what he said and wouldn’t ask him either. In fact you had forgotten about it. Making it to your spot in record time of 12 minutes. It had you grinning from ear to ear. Placing the blanket down that you had brought with you, you took a seat, knees to your chest and your chin resting on top. Jungkook wasn’t there yet, so you waited as patiently as you could. Which meant you ended up picking at the grass.
A few minutes later you felt a tap on your right shoulder, only to look and see no one there. “Aish.” You grumble looking to your left now and seeing Jungkook stretched out beside you almost as if he had been there all along. “That trick is soo old.” You tell him while he just smirks at you, “Yet, you fall for it every time.” Not having anything to say to that you just stick out your tongue like the kids you are. It was always this way with him. See nothing changed. Except his shoulder bushed yours and your heartbeat sped up. It shouldn’t do that. It was an accident after all.
Peeking at him from beneath your lashes, you look at his profile, his eyebrows just as nice as ever, his eyelashes just as long as ever, the slender nose, his lips that felt so good against yours..you mean um…you don’t even know what you mean. Looking away you blush at remembering how they felt and wanting to kiss them again. It looks like things had changed.
For you anyways.
“So, what did you get?” You could hear the cockiness in his voice and it irked you. Huffing you glare over at him. “On three like normal.” The two of you count down, you say your number and he says, actually you don’t know what he says. Your eyes go wide, and you stare at him like he’s grown two heads or something. “Uh..what? What number was that?” Jungkook looks into your eyes, it’s that same intense gaze only it’s not. It’s somehow softer this time but still just as intense. You can’t tear your eyes away. “I said I love you.” You stop breathing for just a second. Not ready for this. No, not ready for this at all.
What happened to safe GPA’s that were a game? Why wasn’t he saying that. Better question, why did you feel giddy even though you felt shocked and confused. You blink once, twice, and a sigh. Not you though, no it’s your neighbor, your best friend, your well.. your Jeon Jungkook.
“You don’t have to say anything, noona. I-I just wanted to tell you.” He rubs the back of his head nervously looking away from you now. “I mean I wanted to tell you before that night..but then things got carried away and I didn’t want you to think that I was saying it because of the moment.” He begins to ramble and the waves of surprise slowly dissipate. Your hand inches over to his and rests on top. He looks up at you again, back with those innocent eyes you knew so well. They were the same ones that always made you want to protect him and kick bullies butts whenever they tried to bother him.
Jungkook wasn’t different, he just grew up. Or at least he had just grown up more. Not quite the little boy that you used to know. He was becoming a man and it looked like not only was he evolving but so were your feelings. Leaning over you brushed your lips against his. Jungkook’s hand reached up and cupped your cheek as he deepened the kiss and you let him but pulled back a few moments later. His eyes gazed into yours, searching for the answer he was waiting for. A small smile quickly turned into a smirk and he pecked your lips once more. Neither of you needed to say anything more. “Good. Just like I said.”
You looked confused again. “Like you said?” He nods but you’re still waiting for an explanation. He continues, “that night.” That night? What in the world was he talking about. Sure they had said some things but a lot of it related to sex and that just didn’t make any sense. Then it dawned on you, oh he had said something. Something you had never caught. Tilting your head, you asked, “What did you say?” Jungkook grins at you, a devilish, self-satisfied, cocky look in his eyes, “You’re mine.”
Blink.
I’m his? How could I have missed him saying that. It was because you had already gone into a haze right after kissing him for that last time that night. After a moment you, you hit him in the shoulder. “Yah, who said I was yours? Pssh, I’m not your property.” You grumble and he just laughs at you, pulling you down on top of him, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Let me up.” You say as you try to push yourself up but he’s got his arms wrapped tight around you. “Not until you admit you’re mine.” You look off to the side and huff, “Not a chance in hell.”
He squeezes you and you roll your eyes, only to have his warm breath against your ear, “Noona, don’t play hard to get…you know I can get you to scream my name. You were pretty loud that night.” He kisses your ear lobe and you freeze. A chill went down your spine and something else right to your groin. Oh no, this was not good at all. You flash back to moments of that night and blush. “Fine…I’m yours.” You say barely above a whisper, but Jungkook heard you and he accepts. Letting his arms relax their grip on you. If you wanted you could roll off of him but you don’t. Instead you lay your head on his chest. He places a flower behind your ear. He had it with him all along, hoping this would be the outcome.
Popping back up you look down at him excitedly, “Sooo, what’s your GPA? Hmm? Hmm?” You were dying to know and almost forgot. He chuckles at you and moves you off of him, refusing to look at you. “Ooh, I don’t know.” He says in a sing-song voice. You poke his sides, knowing he’s ticklish. “Yes you do now tell me. I beat you didn’t I?!” He just laughs at you, “Maybe I’ll tell you later.” Glaring at him you hit him and this time he doesn’t pretend to be hurt but just laughs more. Your bickering could be heard from a mile away, but this was how your relationship always was and always would be. Well, with maybe just a little bit more from now on.