♠︎ twenty [18+]

CHAPTER TWENTY

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

Jungkook was torn.

On the one hand, he really needed to talk to Yoongi about what had happened between you and him last night. About the sudden protective urges he was feeling over you, and whether they were normal. 

But on the other hand... Jungkook was far too engrossed in the scene that was unfolding in front of him right now to interrupt it.

"Don't you dare," Yoongi grumbled, glaring at Jimin from where he lay next to Jungkook in a sun lounger. 

Jimin just smirked, gazing down at his hyung where he stood above him, a water gun poised in one hand. "But hyung, you look so hot just lying there. You sure you don't want me to get you a little wet?"

"Jimin-ah, you are pushing it right now," Yoongi's voice had taken on a darker tone in response to Jimin's seductive one. A warning to back off.

Jimin was undeterred.

"What's wrong?" he batted innocent-looking eyes down at Yoongi. "You scared of a little water, princess?"

"Right, that's it-" Yoongi was up out of his lounger, striding towards Jimin with purpose, who was backing away, looking equal parts mischievous and triumphant.

Jungkook just laughed as he watched them argue over the water gun at the edge of the pool. He wondered how much longer it would take for Yoongi to just give in and fuck some manners into him. Jungkook had only ever been able to hold out for a few hours; when Jimin wanted something, he could seduce his way into it every single time. Jungkook had been putty in his hands.

"So," Namjoon's voice interrupted his thoughts as he joined him, settling into the chair that Yoongi had vacated. "How's it going with your brat?"

It took a moment for Jungkook to realise, before his eyes widened. "Wait - you know about that?"

Namjoon chuckled. "Yeah, she told me. Don't worry, I don't think anyone else knows."

It hit Jungkook, then, that maybe he didn't have to ask Yoongi about you. After all, as loath as he was to admit it, Namjoon had slept with you before. Namjoon was also smart - smarter than anyone else he knew, that's for sure.

And besides, Yoongi was now actually in the pool with Jimin, having wrestled him in there, and the pair of them were doing god knows what under the water. He had a feeling Yoongi would be indisposed for the forseeable future.

"Hyung - can I ask you something?" Jungkook said, summoning courage, and when Namjoon nodded, he added - "It's about... you know, that."

His friend just chuckled. "Of course, Jungkookie, don't be shy. Ask away."

Jungkook felt his face redden. Despite his growing confidence behind closed doors, talking about this outside of it was tricky. Especially with Namjoon, who he'd admired for so long. 

"Well..." he shifted uncomfortably, as Namjoon listened. "When you and her were... you know... did you ever feel, like, protective? Like you wanted to look after her?"

Namjoon nodded in understanding. "What, you mean like after sex? Yeah, man, that's totally normal."

Jungkook let out a deep exhale of relief. "It is?"

His friend flashed him a dimpled grin. "Well, it makes sense, right? Lots of people think the dominant person in a relationship is the one who's in charge, but it's not true. The sub sets the boundaries, makes the rules, breaks them when they want to. Ultimately, it's the sub who's really calling the shots, and the doms who bend over backwards to punish them or make them come or whatever they wanna do. She's trusting you with something you have to be responsible for and look after, to make sure it doesn't go too far. So of course you feel protective over her."

Jungkook, having listened to this, suddenly felt as though all of the confusing feelings he'd felt last night were clicking into place.

"That really does make sense," he said wondrously. "Shit, hyung. How are you this smart?"

Namjoon grinned. "You don't have to tell me, but - what does she call you? You know, like, in the bedroom, what do you like being called?"

"She doesn't call me it, hyung," Jungkook replied, the irritation seeping into his voice at your continued refusal to call him daddy. "She literally refuses."

"Right," Namjoon smiled knowingly. "But what would you be called if she was playing ball? Sir? Master? Daddy?" 

"Yeah," Jungkook nodded, feeling his face burn up. For some reason, having this conversation with Namjoon was a whole lot harder than having it with Yoongi. "The... last one."

"You see," Namjoon said sagely, as if this explained everything. "There's actually a lot of science behind being called that. Daddy is a word that we associate with like, status, power, wealth. People with status and power can protect us. Women - or I guess anyone, really - who like to call people daddy do it because it comes with a sense of safety, or protection. Not, as some idiots believe, because they actually wanna fuck their dads. That would be gross."

"Right," Jungkook followed him. "So... you're saying that I like it because I like protecting her? And she... likes being protected?"

Namjoon shrugged. "It goes for any sub. It doesn't have to be her. But yeah, I guess so."

"But..." Jungkook felt a sense of uneasiness in his stomach, remembering the sight of you in his hoodie. The satisfaction he'd gained from it. "Isn't that kinda weird, though? If we're not, y'know, feeling anything for each other outside of sex? It seems complicated."

At this, Jungkook saw Namjoon think for a moment. "Well... maybe it's not as black and white as that. Some people have really kinky sexual lives, but keep it totally separate from their romantic life. Others mix and match. It kinda depends on the people you are and your own emotional responses. I can't give you an answer on that one, Jungkookie."

Jungkook thought about this for a long time. If it depended on the kind of person he was, what kind of person was he? Was he the kind to feel overwhelmingly protective in the bedroom, and then detach from that completely in the rest of his life? 

He didn't think so. Not with the way he felt every time he saw you in Namjoon's company. Or how disappointed he was when you left his room last night.

And what about you? You didn't want to stay after sex. Did that make you the opposite? Could you switch your need for care and protection on and off, like some kind of inner tap, because Jungkook was just one stop in your journey of sexual conquests?

She has a right to do that, an inner voice told him firmly. She's just fucking you to help you out. Not to fall in love with you.

He knew, deep down, that this was true. But lurking in the background was another question, one he didn't want to answer yet, but couldn't help asking. 

After two full years of crushing on Yoora... why didn't he feel protective over her at all, when the mere thought of you and Namjoon together sent him into a rage? 

Was it because he'd never been sexually involved with Yoora? Or was there something about you in particular that made him feel this way?

Jungkook's head throbbed with the weight of it all.

"Ah," he said, dropping his face into his palms in dramatic frustration. "This is all so confusing, hyung. My brain isn't as big as yours."

Namjoon just chuckled. "Look, just do whatever feels right, and talk to her about it. If you just communicate with each other about how you're feeling, everything will be fine."

Jungkook nodded. This, at least, he knew to be true. He hated miscommunication, and he imagined you were the kind to just be honest about your feelings anyway. 

"What about aftercare? Have you been doing that?" Namjoon continued seriously.

"Aftercare? No... well, I don't think so," Jungkook reddened again. But Namjoon just grinned in understanding.

"It's where you check in with them afterwards, you know? Especially if it's been a little rough. Help them wash up, or check any areas that might be sore or need attention. You haven't done that yet?"

Jungkook shook his head shamefully. "I didn't know I had to."

"Don't worry," Namjoon dismissed. "She's experienced with this stuff - if she needed aftercare she'd let you know. But maybe check with her in future, okay?"

He nodded resolutely, already feeling like an asshole for just letting you leave his room that night with a hoodie and nothing else. "Okay. Thanks, hyung."

Namjoon smiled, seeming proud. "So it's going well, then? You think it's working?"

"Yeah," he nodded, though honestly he was a little unsure. "I mean, I'm definitely learning stuff. And at first she was sort of walking all over me, but now... well, now she walks over me like, a fraction less than she did before."

He and Namjoon both chuckled at this, until Namjoon leaned in conspiratorially.

"Hey, you wanna know a secret?" he murmured, so low that no one else could hear. "Choke her. She fucking loves that shit."

Jungkook's eyes went wide.

"Seriously?"

Namjoon nodded, holding his hand in a cupping motion. "Not her windpipe, you don't wanna cut her airflow. Squeeze the sides of her neck, it cuts the blood flow to her brain. Right when she's on the edge - it makes her come every single time. Trust me."

Jungkook was just pondering exactly how he could weaponise this jackpot of information - and again, marvelling at how smart his hyung was, while also feeling insanely possessive - when a spray of freezing water caught him in the face.

He spluttered, wiping it from his eyes and mouth, knowing exactly who the culprit was from the sound of your tinkling laugh on the other side of the pool. When he glared over he spotted you, swimsuit-clad and still giggling with Jimin on one side of you and the water gun on the other. The memory of you on your knees for him last night hit him like a freight train, and for a second the frustration dissolved into pure desire.

Fuck, you were so hot.

But enough of that for now. Jungkook had revenge to enact.

"You're dead," he warned, rising from the sun lounger to chase you across the terrace. 

"No, no, oh shit!" you squealed in delight, turning on your heel and running, until you took a graceful dive into the swimming pool to escape Jungkook, who was closing in fast. He followed you, swimming past Yoongi and Jimin as fast as he could behind you in a torrid splash, watching as you headed for the small waterfall feature at the end of the pool, and dipped below it. 

Jungkook hadn't been behind this waterfall yet - didn't even know you could go behind it - but when he followed and emerged on the other side, he found a small cavernous clearing, clearly built to mimic a rock cave carved out of the sea wall. Here, you were entirely unobserved, caved in by artificial walls and the sheets of falling water that cloaked you from the others.

You were standing in the middle of the small, dark pool, grinning at him. But Jungkook was the one who felt victorious.

"Nowhere to hide now," he smirked, pleased to have you cornered.

You simply shrugged, a mischievous glint in your eye. "You don't even have a water gun, junior."

"I don't need one," he said, darting towards you quickly, the water rippling out from you as he grasped your arm and brought you flush against his chest. "I can get you wet anyway."

Before you could tell him how awful this line was, he kissed you. You responded in kind, opening your mouth up to him slowly and letting his tongue stroke over yours. It felt strangely naughty to be doing this here - separated from the others by only a sheet of falling water.

When you raised your hand to his cheek and moaned a little, Jungkook pulled away, satisfied that he'd given you a taste for something you'd want to come back for more of. Your eyes opened, and they were dark and glinting, the way they normally were when you were about to fuck with him. 

But when you spoke, it wasn't to provoke him at all.

"This piercing is so hot," you told him, eyeing his lip ring, stroking the silver metal gently with your index finger. The compliment caught him off guard a little, but he couldn't help letting it inflate his ego.

"You're so bold today," he remarked, grinning down at you in his hold. "I take it you had fun last night, hm?"

"Maybe," you said through long, flirtatious eyelashes, your finger trailing down now to follow a droplet of water over his collarbone and down his chest. It took everything in him not to shiver at the sensation. "But we have more to cover, bunny. So much more."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you. "Oh?"

"Mhm," you hummed. The sound went straight to his cock, especially as your finger was continuing it's path downwards, trailing over his taut abdomen. You left it there, stroking the jut of his hipbone, making his balls ache. "In fact, I don't think we should waste any more time, do you?"

Instinctively, Jungkook gripped your waist harder between his hands, letting his gaze trail over your body as it pressed into his. He hadn't had the chance to touch all of you yet and he desperately wanted to take your breasts in his hand and squeeze, make you whimper the way you did against his thigh last night.

Were you really implying what he thought you were? When you spoke about having more to be discovered... did you mean it like he meant it? Like being naked and breathless and tangled in bedsheets... or even right here in this pool?

"Mm," he nodded eventually, remembering to respond, voice a little husky with the desire beating like a drum in his veins. "I agree."

"Good," you murmured, bringing your wet pink lips right up next to his. Just as he thought you might press them there in a kiss, you smiled instead. "My room. Midnight."

And then you were slinking from his grip, flashing him a devilish grin over your shoulder, before you ducked back under the waterfall to rejoin the others.

Jungkook let out a long, heavy exhale. 

As he followed you under the waterfall, he tried hard not to think too hard about tonight. About making you moan the way you did last night in his arms, soft and pliant when you were nearly at the edge - but this time, without pesky clothes in the way. About finally having you, after what felt like a torturous decades-long week of waiting. 

Jungkook couldn't stop smiling in anticipation for the rest of the afternoon.

He didn't, for one second, think that it might be a trap.

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When you re-emerged from underneath the waterfall, Taehyung had taken Jungkook's place next to Namjoon on the sun loungers. The pair of them watched as you and Jungkook glided across the pool, the looks passing between you so sexually charged it was difficult to hide.

Taehyung bristled. 

"For someone writing about all of us, she sure is chummy with one in particular," he remarked to Namjoon grumpily. But Namjoon just grinned, placing a cap over his head and leaning back in his seat. 

"Taehyung-ah," he replied, placing his hands behind his head. "You are very handsome, you know that right?" 

Taehyung looked at his friend in confusion. 

Namjoon opened one eye, and gazed at him. 

"But," Namjoon finished, "even on you, dude - jealousy isn't a good look."

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