♠︎ twenty four

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welcome back bagels!

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~ mama bagels 💜

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

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♠︎ YOU

Despite how much you were anticipating it, Saturday rolled around without you noticing.

This was largely due to a revelation of epic proportions that startled you out of a deep sleep, early on Saturday morning. You awoke to the sound of your ringtone blasting, the pale sunlight filtering through the windows telling you it must be before nine. 

The fuck is calling me right now?!

"Hnngh?" you answered it, the insides of your mouth still dry with sleep. "I mean... hello?"

"Bitch, guess where I am!" came Nia's unmistakeable voice on the other end of the line.

"Uh..." you fought through the sleepy fog in your brain for an answer as your eyes fluttered open. "Shake Shack?"

Nia loved Shake Shack.

"No, dumbass," she scoffed. "Look out your window."

You got out of bed and went to the window, confused, gazing around the empty resort to no sign of Nia. But just as you were about to say this, you heard the low roar of a plane flying overhead - it seemed to be a small private jet.

There was no way, you thought. 

"Surprise, bestie!" she was cackling now into the phone. "The baddest bitch in town has arrived."

"Wait, for real?!" you were fully awake now, gazing at the plane as it swooped down over the house towards the tiny airport. "I thought you weren't coming for another week!"

"Well, the artist I was performing with got sick, so she's postponing her tour," she explained. Nia was a professional dancer, and spent a lot of time away touring with artists she danced back-up for. "So anyway - hot tubs and rum, here I come."

You squealed with excitement into the phone, the full extent of your best friend being here hitting you all at once. You loved the boys, but you had been craving some female company for the last two weeks. Frantically you began to dress, throwing on a t-shirt and shorts and pulling on your sneakers.

"Ni, should you really be on your phone if your plane is still in the air?" you balanced the phone between your ear and shoulder as you tied your shoe. "I don't think that's allowed..."

"Oh, come off it, those rules don't actually mean anything," she dismissed. "Besides, the pilot is literally sat right beside me and he says it's fine."

"You're in the cockpit?" you sighed, unsurprised. Flirting with the pilot was a distinctly Nia-like thing to do. She'd nearly definitely have his number by the time they landed.

"Yep," she confirmed. "Speaking of which, I gotta go. Captain, land this plane! I got a bestie to hug."

"I'll meet you at the airport!" you shouted as you signed off, skipping down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was very early, and you hadn't expected anyone to be up, but Yoongi was sat at the breakfast bar, hunched over his laptop.

"Damn, you're up early," he remarked when he spotted you.

"I could say the same for you," you pointed out. Yoongi did not get up at this hour. Automatically, you reached for the coffee machine, clicking it on.

You, more than anyone, knew that Yoongi had to have his coffee in the morning, or things went south very quickly.

He smiled as he watched you with satisfaction. "I have to go collect some people from the airport," he said. "They're just about to land. Wanna come with?"

"Wait - me too," you beamed. "Did you know Nia was coming?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Who do you think sent the private jet to pick her up? She's not the only one, you know. There's like twenty people coming to hang out this week."

"Oh shit, seriously?" you shot back. "I didn't know."

"Shall we go?" he said, indicating to the freshly brewed coffee. "Put that in a travel cup for me, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes, but complied. If you didn't love Min Yoongi with all your heart, you probably would have given him the finger and told him to do it himself.

Twenty minutes later, you and Yoongi parked the golf buggy you'd ridden across the island at the tiny airport, only a couple of hundred yards from the plane. As you walked towards it, the sun was already starting to blaze down on the tarmac. You spotted a number of people disembarking, and immediately recognised the unruly dark curls of your best friend, blowing a kiss over her shoulder at who you could only assume was the pilot. 

A flood of happiness hit you as you jogged towards Nia, seeing the huge smile lighting up her face too when she pulled you into a hug.

"Damn, girl, you're glowing," she remarked when she pulled back, holding you at arms' length. "Is that the sun, or all the dick you've been getting?"

"Oh my god, keep it down," you hissed, seeing as people were still filing off the plane, but Nia just giggled. "I'm so glad you're here, Ni."

"Tell me about it," came Yoongi's voice from behind you. He was grinning at Nia. "She's been fucking insufferable without you."

"Yoongi," Nia greeted her friend, beaming widely at him as you shot him a withering look. "I see you haven't changed a bit."

She indicated down at the travel cup of coffee that Yoongi was sipping at. He just grumbled something unintelligible before wandering off to greet the other arriving guests. You watched him go, not missing the wistful look on Nia's face.

"You okay?" you asked quietly, taking Nia's hand in yours. She nodded.

"Yeah. It feels different this time with him, you know?" she squeezed your hand gently. "Like maybe I can finally move on."

"It's the island," you joked. "Something's different in the air here."

"I hope so," Nia grinned, wheeling her case towards the golf buggy. "Now come on - I want to be by a pool with a glass of rum in my hand and approximately ten half-naked men around me in the next thirty minutes. That plane was like a fricking meat fest, there was so much testosterone in there."

As Nia said it, you turned to look up at the steps off the jet, seeing that she was right - a steady stream of people, mostly young guys, was filing off the plane. Most of them seemed to know Yoongi, and you recognised a few of them as his friends in the industry, sending them friendly waves. 

A dark-haired woman eventually appeared at the plane door with a friend, and for one terrible, heartstopping moment, you thought it might be Yooba. But the gut-wrenching feeling passed when you realised it was just Mina and Juli, Jin and Hobi's girlfriends, who waved at you amiably. There were no other women in the group except for Nia.

It struck you that you should definitely not be as relieved about this.

Nia noticed that you weren't following her. "Looking for someone?" she quizzed.

You shook your head, stomach unclenching a little as you moved towards her and the golf buggy. 

"No," you exhaled. "Just happy to see you."

"Me too, girl," she smiled sweetly, but then it dropped into a business-like gaze. "Now drive, baby. I've got vacationing to do."

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With all the commotion of Nia and the other guests arriving, the resort was suddenly much livelier than it had been for the last fortnight. It was nice to see other people than just the boys, and you spent the day mainly hanging out by the pool with Nia, introducing her to the other guys she hadn't met before, and occasionally chatting to Mina and Juli.

In all of the chaos and excitement, you hadn't seen Jungkook all day. 

It was probably the lack of seeing him that had led you to forget what day it was - until Yoongi declared that there would be a party this evening, and you and Nia had retreated upstairs to get ready in your bedroom. Nia had, luckily, managed to snag a room only a few doors down.

"Oh shit," you stopped in the middle of drying your hair, as it hit you. "Is it Saturday today?"

"Mhm," Nia nodded, from where she was lying on her front on your bed, scrolling through her phone. Her make-up was immaculately done, and she was dressed in a gorgeous emerald mini-dress, the dark green offsetting her caramel skin beautifully.

Shit, you thought, stomach doing a million somersaults at once. How did I forget about that?!

It was one week today. One week since you'd told Jungkook he couldn't kiss or touch you. 

That ban ended tonight.

And you were woefully unprepared for it.

As you cast around your room looking for an outfit sexier than the one you had on - while also absent-mindedly wondering if you'd shaved your legs - Nia watched you in confusion.

"Why?" she questioned, as you moved to your cupboard, digging around in it. "Is something happening today?"

"No, no," you brushed off casually, throwing clothes around left and right. "I was just, uh... wondering. And this outfit... I'm thinking... I might change it."

"Mmmmmhm," Nia was eyeing you with skepticism now, which laced her tone. "But you said you wanted to be comfy tonight."

"Well yeah, but I've changed my mind," you babbled. "I want to be smoking hot instead."

And before Nia could reply, you cried out - "Aha!" - and held up the dress you were looking for.

Nia's eyes widened a little.

"Oh, bitch," she said in realisation. "You're wearing that dress? THE dress?"

You shrugged casually. "So what if I am? It's no biggie."

"No biggie?" Nia repeated incredulously. "Don't fuck with me right now. You and I both know you only wear that dress when you want someone to think about taking it off. Fuck, even I think about taking that dress off you sometimes."

You rolled your eyes at her words. "Ni-"

"Oh," her mouth twisted up into a glossy smirk as it clicked. "You still haven't fucked him yet, have you?"

You averted your eyes. Normally you and Nia talked openly about sex - but something about this was making you blush a fire-truck red. "Maybe," you mumbled.

Nia sat upright on the bed. "Weren't you giving him the Gluck Gluck 3000 like, a week ago? And you still haven't had that dick yet?"

"It was for his own good!" you protested, feeling your cheeks burn at her words. "I made him wait a little. We thought it would be good for him to practice outside of sex."

Nia eyed you as you said this, saying nothing, but you could tell she was uncertain if you were telling her the truth.

And though this was the honest reason - the one you had given to Jungkook, anyway - really, the break had been more for your benefit than for his. When you'd left his room that night last week, when he'd told you how good you looked in his clothes... the feelings that swirled inside you were ones you knew you shouldn't associate with him. That you couldn't associate with him.

But you were a grown woman, and you knew yourself well enough by now. It had been a while since you'd been romantically involved with anyone, and clearly you were just reaching out to a man who was showing interest in you. It was only natural. You weren't going to beat yourself up for feeling that way - but you owed it to Jungkook to get a handle on it before it went too far.

And so you'd proposed a week off. Not to torture him (though you had, with Namjoon's explicit agreement and assistance, managed to rile him up a little), but rather to give yourself a cooling off period. You'd needed to detach from your burning desire for him, and see this for what it was; a favour. A project. A temporary agreement.

Had it worked? 

Either way, you were going to find out tonight.

Realising now that Nia was gazing at you, waiting for you to say something, you held up the dress again.

"So..." you looked at the mirror, changing the subject to push the uncertainty out of your stomach. "You think this is too much?"

"Are you kidding me? I think you should wear the shit out of it," Nia urged. "But be warned, Junglebook is gonna have a heart attack."

You nearly snorted at the nickname. "Don't call him that to his face."

"I'll call him whatever I want, I'm not the one who's gonna pay for it," she raised an eyebrow at you wickedly. "Now go change. I've got a party to get to, and you've got a man to destroy."

You grinned at her.

Having Nia around made everything - even the deal with Jungkook - seem a whole lot more fun.

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By the time you and Nia finally headed downstairs, the party was already in full swing.

Yoongi had converted the terrace into a makeshift dancefloor, and set up decks and speakers out there, where most of the people were already congregated. It seemed like people were sufficiently buzzed - Taehyung and Jimin had a bottle of rum that they were doling out shots from, both of them seeming pretty wasted already.

"Yuck," Nia wrinkled her nose as the pair of you moved out onto the terrace. "Taehyung is here?"

You sighed. Honestly, you'd been trying to forget about him since you'd argued on that mountain-top and sprained your ankle. "Yeah. I haven't really spoken to him."

"Too right," Nia chimed in. Nia hadn't met Taehyung before, only hearing about him through your own stories of him, so her opinion on him was decidedly negative. But you couldn't have her glaring daggers at him all evening, so you dragged her off to talk to Mina and Jin instead, having introduced her to both of them earlier that day.

You didn't realise that someone else was also standing with them, until it was way too late.

"Oh shit," Nia whispered under her breath, as if something juicy was unfolding in her favourite TV show. "It's him."

"He's not the fucking president, Ni, calm down," you hissed at her as you approached. "Be cool."

To be fair to Nia, she did play it cool, as she greeted Mina and Jin with friendly hugs. While she did so, you allowed yourself to sneak a glance at Jungkook, who didn't seem to have realised you were there, and your heart nearly leapt into your throat.

He looked fucking gorgeous.

The outfit itself was not anything out of the ordinary; it was the way he wore it. He'd opted for jeans tonight, dark ones, and a black Calvin Klein t-shirt that paired with it nicely. The shirt showed off that beautiful sleeve of ink and fitted over his pectorals beautifully; it was a shirt that would look normal on anyone else, but delicious on him.

It was simple, but deadly.

Fuck, you were so not ready for tonight.

"Hey Kookie," you said as evenly as you could, making him look up as you indicated to Nia. "This is my friend Nia."

"Oh, right - the one I spoke to on the phone?" Jungkook glanced at Nia in realisation.

"That's me," Nia grinned. "Nice to meet you Juankook. I promise I'm even more of a delight in person."

You elbowed her surreptitiously in the ribs as a warning about the nicknames, but Jungkook didn't even seem fazed. "I'm sure that's true," he flashed her his bunny smile, pulling her into a hug as he indicated at you. "She doesn't shut up about you, anyway."

"That's not true," you grumbled, though you didn't know why you were so irritated with him saying this. Perhaps it was because nothing about his tone or expression betrayed any sense of frustration at the outfit you were wearing, when previously a short skirt and no panties had been enough to make him go wild. He hadn't even really looked at you.

Good, you thought. He's learned to keep it under wraps. Clearly this week has been good for him.

But a tiny part of you was disappointed. Was this a power you no longer held over him?

"I gotta go get another drink," Jungkook said, holding up his empty cup. "You guys want anything?"

You shook your head no as Jin asked for another beer, a little dumbfounded as Jungkook wandered away from you, showing absolutely no signs that he was affected by you whatsoever.

"Is my dress losing its magic?" you murmured to Nia, when Mina and Jin were out of earshot. "I look hot in this, right?"

"Damn right you do," Nia agreed, but her attention and gaze was already elsewhere. "Now look - I would just love to stick around and chat about Johnquack, but I have been in love with a gay guy for the last like ten years, and there happens to be a very attractive man looking me up and down right now so I'm just gonna-"

Before she could even finish her sentence Nia was gone, slinking into the sea of bodies in front of you.

"Traitor," you mumbled underneath your breath, knocking back the rest of the rum in your glass, wincing as it burned your throat.

You glanced around at the crowd of people who had now gathered in the middle of the terrace to form a dancefloor. Yoongi was on the decks, the music pulsing out through the speakers, and people were beginning to let go of their inhibitions and simply move to the rhythm. You watched on from the sidelines for a little while, until eventually a tall figure appeared at your shoulder.

"Having fun?" Namjoon asked with a broad grin. He looked particularly handsome tonight, his raven hair slicked into place, looking filled out and tanned in a baby blue shirt that he'd left unbuttoned over a white vest. "Here - I got you a drink."

He handed you another cup of rum mixed with something, and you sipped it gratefully, though it was pretty strong. For a moment, the pair of you just observed the rapidly inebriating crowd in comfortable silence.

"Thanks for the help this week, by the way," you remembered suddenly, thinking back on how he'd agreed to let you flirt with him for show when Jungkook was around.

He brushed it off easily. "No problem. Did it work?"

You huffed, swaying a little in time with the music and feeling the rum start to hit your system. "I don't think so," you grumbled, thinking about how unaffected he was just now.

Namjoon smiled knowingly, but said nothing. He had an annoying habit of doing that.

"Who's your friend?" he indicated with his chin across the terrace to Nia, who was currently flirting unashamedly with one of the male guests who had arrived today.

"That's Nia. She grew up with me and Yoongi in Daegu," you raised your voice a little over the music.

Namjoon grinned. "She's hot," he mused. "Is she single?"

You smirked at him. "She's too much for you, big guy. And it seems like she's set on that dude over there."

At this, Namjoon raised his eyebrow with a smirk of his own, gazing down at you. "Is that so? Challenge accepted."

"Joon," you warned, "I'm serious, she's sort of getting over someo-"

But you couldn't finish that sentence. Someone had taken hold of one of your hands and pulled you firmly away from Namjoon, towards the dancefloor.

You yelped a little in surprise, but allowed yourself to be led away, into the sea of grinding bodies. Namjoon, having spotted who it was, only chuckled in response, waving you off as he moved towards Nia and the (unfortunately doomed) man she was talking to, across the crowded terrace.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, you were in the middle of the mass of drunken dancers, your body pressed deliciously against Jungkook's as his arms snaked around your waist.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you hissed up at him, an intense sensation rushing through your veins. He simply gazed back, his doe eyes dark and glinting, and it struck you suddenly that he looked incredibly hot this evening, though you couldn't tell what was different.

Maybe it was his hair. It was wavier than usual, making him look soft and sexy at the same time. 

"I wanna dance with you," he murmured back, blinking at you as if it were really this simple.

But you were annoyed with him for being so casual earlier, and you weren't going to give him what he wanted so easily.

"No," you pushed him away, but he caught your wrists and pulled you back in to press against his frame. You glanced around, searching for an excuse. "What if people are watching?"

"I don't care," Jungkook shrugged. "They're our friends, they signed NDAs years ago. I could fuck you right now on this dancefloor and they wouldn't be able to say shit."

The words caught you off guard, especially as the area was packed, and anyone could have heard them. But Jungkook didn't seem bothered, as his pierced lip quirked up towards the corner of his mouth in a smirk.

"Maybe that's what I should do, hm?" he teased, hands sliding back around your waist as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, letting his eyes stray to your own mouth and back up again. "Take you right here. Remind everyone who you belong to."

"I don't belong to anyone, bunny boy," you shot back. But your hands were betraying you already, coming to rest lightly on his chest.

"Oh, right," he chuckled. "I forgot that the only person who needs reminding around here is you, little one."

"Fuck you," you retorted. You were in no mood to come up with anything wittier, and the feeling of his body against yours and his hands at your waist was starting to make you feel a little too hot under the collar.

You had to get out of there, and collect your thoughts, if you had any chance of a win in this round. The problem was, you didn't even know if this was a game any more. Was this him trying to one-up you? Would dancing with him mean giving him the upper hand?

You should stop. You knew that.

But then his hips started to sway, bringing yours with them, and a flood of pleasure rushed through you at the friction between your bodies.

"Junior," you warned. But Jungkook just grinned.

"C'mon," Jungkook coaxed, his forehead brushing yours now as his fingers gripped your hips lightly. "It's been a week, baby. A whole week of not touching you. I'm going fucking insane over here."

"You didn't seem that bothered earlier," you shot back. It came out far more venomous than you'd intended. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you.

"Oh, you mean when I was trying to say hi to your friend like a normal person, without also getting hard over this?" he asked, running his hands over the satin fabric of your dress to make a point. "Are you trying to kill me, wearing this?"

Something intense and addictive rushed through you when he said it, knowing that he had been affected by it after all.

"I didn't wear this for you," you lied, feeling smug all the same.

Jungkook simply gazed at you. "You really wanna lie to me right now? Knowing what I'm gonna do to you when I get you upstairs?"

There were no words you could find in response to this. It was so unlike him to just lay the truth bare like that, but you realised that perhaps he was struggling with his own uncontrollable desire the same way you were right now. There was no more restraint left in either of you for mind games. 

When you didn't reply, Jungkook leaned in to your ear, pressing a soft kiss beneath it right over your sweet spot before he spoke.

"Let me rephrase that," he said, his voice calmer than before, and yet the low tone of it still made your core tremble. "If you don't wanna do this tonight, that's fine. We can stay here and dance and have a good time."

You knew what he was doing - exactly what you'd taught him. Despite how much he might want it, he wanted your consent more. And that was hot.

"But if you do want it," he continued, pressing another kiss to your neck, "then I want this dress on my bedroom floor in the next sixty seconds."

Oh shit, you thought, fighting to keep your knees from giving in at his words. Oh, fuck, this is not good. 

"What's it gonna be, baby?" he asked now, drawing back to look you in the eye with a dark, expectant gaze.

In the end, there was really no choice. 

"Take me upstairs," you murmured.

Jungkook shot you a devilish grin, the look in his eyes telling you one thing for certain.

You were completely and utterly fucked.

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