♠︎ twenty three [18+]

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

Jungkook had never suffered this way in his life.

Not when he'd gotten his tattoos, or when he'd spent 24 back-to-back hours in the practice rooms that one time before their debut. Not even the time he'd accidentally eaten all of Jimin's dumplings and been subjected to his friend's torrent of rage for a week afterwards.

He had never known suffering like this, and it had only been four days. 

Four. Days. Of agony. 

It had been Saturday evening when they'd won the scavenger hunt; when Jungkook had made you come all over his fingers only for you to tell him that you wanted to hold off on sex for a week. It was now Wednesday, and every one of Jungkook's nerve endings felt like it was on fire all of the time.

Because he wanted nothing more than to bend you over any available surface and make you his. 

This wasn't totally unprovoked. He wasn't just some uncontrollable horndog - although when it came to you, he thought there was a chance he might be. No, it was more than that - it was because you knew he was suffering, and yet you still misbehaved at any given opportunity. 

On Sunday, you'd worn the very outfit he'd told you he never wanted to see you wear in front of the other guys to dinner, smirking every time he met your eye in the fitted shirt and skirt. Monday was another cloudy day, so thankfully you were more covered; but you hadn't missed an opportunity to curl up in Namjoon's lap around the firepit in the evening, which made Jungkook want to murder his favourite hyung with a pickaxe.

And yesterday, in the late afternoon, as the golden sun was lazily trailing across the sky and the majority of the others were asleep outside, Jungkook had spotted you face-down and snoozing peacefully on a sun lounger. Which would have been fine, had your bikini top not been undone, exposing the smooth, uninterrupted expanse of your back.

Jungkook's blood had boiled in his veins, his crotch tightening instantly. Granted, he couldn't see anything considering you were lying on your front, and likely just looking for a good tan - but still. It was imagining what you looked like without a shirt on that was driving him crazy.

He'd had to go back inside, and tend to his new problem in his room.

In fact, he'd been doing a lot of that in the last few days. Between jerking off, thinking of you, and working out, he barely had time to relax and enjoy his holiday.

This morning, when he worked out, he found it was no longer working. Normally, this was enough to clear his head and prepare him for the day ahead; Jungkook found he was jittery and restless if he didn't get enough exercise in the mornings. But today, even as he finished the last of his pull-ups in the resort's gym, he still felt on edge.

"Fuck this," he grumbled to himself, stalking out of the gym as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He made a snap decision, and took himself off for a run around the island - anything that might stop the constant flow of thoughts about your skin, or your moans, or how your pussy felt like silk around his fingers.

An hour later, his calf muscles screamed at him as he wandered back into the house, but at least he felt a little more exhausted. Exhaustion meant - hopefully - that he would spend less time with his cock in his hand, or daydreaming about it being in your mouth. 

Hopefully.

"Hey Jungkook-ah," came Taehyung's deep voice and wide smile, as he joined Jungkook in the kitchen, where he was sipping water after his run. Taehyung too was in workout gear and covered in a light sheen of sweat, clearly having just been in the gym. "I thought we were supposed to work out together this morning?"

"Shit," Jungkook cursed, having completely forgotten that he was meant to meet Taehyung after his workout to go through some exercises. "Sorry, I forgot."

Taehyung just shook his head and clapped a hand onto his shoulder. "Don't worry. Did you go for a run instead?"

Jungkook simply nodded.

"Always doing too much, Jungkookie," Taehyung teased. "Why do you need to workout so much? You've already got muscles to spare."

Jungkook made to respond with some kind of lie that didn't involve his constant fantasies of your mouth and his cock, but luckily, before he could bother to fabricate it, he was interrupted.

Jimin wandered into the kitchen, dressed in his own workout gear, but unlike Jungkook and Taehyung he looked pristine. "Oh," he pouted. "You worked out without me!"

"Minie, it's 11am," Taehyung said patiently.

Jimin shrugged. "So?"

"So," Taehyung continued. "You were supposed to meet us an hour ago."

At this, Jimin simply rolled his eyes. "You could have waited. You know I'm always late."

"Yes, you Jimin-ed today," Jungkook teased.

"And I'll Jimin tomorrow," Jimin chimed back. His smile faded a little as he glanced around the kitchen. "Anyone, uh... seen Yoongi yet?"

"Why?" Taehyung asked, a boxy smile on his face. "You wanna suck face with him again?"

Jimin tried to act unfazed at these words, but Jungkook saw the way his cheeks dusted pink. "Does everyone know about that?"

"Yep," Jungkook chimed in. "I mean, Hobi caught you. You really think Hobi is keeping that to himself?"

Jimin waved it away, as if he didn't care. "Whatever. I just wanted to check he was still alive after I rocked his world last night."

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at Jimin. "He turned you down, didn't he?"

Jimin glared at Taehyung, who clearly knew him too well, but didn't say anything. 

Jungkook gazed at his hyung. He knew that Jimin liked unattached, casual sex, having had it with him countless times. He also knew that wasn't what Yoongi was looking for, having had many conversations with Yoongi about how he rarely slept around. And presumably, that's why Yoongi had turned him down. 

But was Jimin really this affected by it? Normally, he just shrugged it off and went about his daily life when he was turned down, off to find some other guy to hit on.

He certainly didn't go looking for the man who'd rejected him the next day. 

"Maybe he did," Jimin said now. "But he'll change his mind. Everyone needs a casual fuck now and then, even the king of grumpy felines himself."

Taehyung shrugged. "Maybe he's not looking for casual, Minie," he said, sipping at his water again.

Jimin seemed to contemplate this for a second, as though it hadn't occured to him before. Jungkook felt a pang of sympathy for him, as the realisation clearly dawned on him about why Yoongi had refused to do anything with him last night.  

"Maybe you're right," Jimin said softly, lowering his gaze. "I'm gonna go work out, okay guys?"

Jungkook and Taehyung both nodded, watching their friend go.

Taehyung sighed. "It hurts me that he's so fricking blind to his own feeling sometimes."

Jungkook laughed a little. "Me too."

The pair of them lapsed into a comfortable silence, though Jungkook felt a little uneasy. He hadn't really properly spoken to Taehyung since you'd rolled your ankle on that mountain, and the pair of them had snapped at each other. Neither of them had brought it up since, and it hadn't come between them at all - they never fought, and this was something they just wanted to leave in the past - but still, there was something in the air that set Jungkook's nerves on edge.

"So," Taehyung cleared his throat eventually. "I see you have a new friend this week."

It took Jungkook's lust and fatigue fuelled brain a solid five seconds to work out that Taehyung was referring to you.

"Oh," Jungkook prayed he wasn't blushing, because Taehyung could read him like a book. "Um... yeah. She's cool."

Taehyung gazed at him, expression unreadable. "You like her?"

His stomach somersaulted. "Would it be a problem if I did?"

"No," Taehyung denied quickly, averting his eyes. "No, I'm not - I just... isn't she here to write an article? I didn't think you two were dating."

"It's not like that," Jungkook shot back quickly. The conversation was starting to make him irrationally irritated. "It's... I can't explain it."

"I thought you were into Yoora?" Taehyung said now, sipping his water again. His tone was bordering on accusatory. "Are you just toying with her for now? To ditch her and go back to Yoora when we leave?"

If Jungkook wasn't annoyed already, this was enough to do it.

"Look, hyung," Jungkook cut him off, anger rising in him. "I appreciate your concern, but from what I've been told you don't exactly have a right to care about what she does anymore."

Taehyung froze. The colour drained from his honey skin. "What?"

"She told me," Jungkook shrugged, avoiding his eye. "What happened, with you and her."

It was a lie. A little one, but a lie all the same. Taehyung seemed to buy it, because he looked stricken; but instead of becoming angry, he surprised Jungkook by letting out a sigh of resignation. 

"Okay, so you know I fucked up then," Taehyung fixed him with a vulnerable gaze. "You know I made her more reluctant to open up to people. Which is exactly why you can't do this if you're just gonna throw her away in a couple weeks' time, Jungkookie. She can't have that happen again. She seems tough, but she needs..."

Taehyung trailed off, unable to phrase it, but Jungkook thought he could guess at what he meant. Whatever had happened between them had left you feeling unwanted or unloved. 

And you deserved more than that. Jungkook knew that even after a week of knowing you. 

But it was the look on Taehyung's face when he spoke about you that unnerved Jungkook the most. His amber eyes softened, rounded at the edges. He was looking at Jungkook but it was as if he weren't really looking at all. As if he were thinking of you. Remembering you.

An uneasy and frustrating sensation was coursing through Jungkook's veins now. One that felt a whole lot like jealousy.

And he had to shut it down, quickly.

"It's like I said, hyung," Jungkook said now, standing to leave the room. "It's not like that between us."

And before Taehyung could question it any further - before Jungkook himself could become any more confused or irritated - he walked away and up towards the shower.

But even the spray of hot water couldn't drown out his friend's words.

I made her reluctant to open up to people.

Was that the real reason behind why you were so reluctant to let Jungkook take care of you? Even the other night, after the scavenger hunt, Jungkook had followed you up to your room and insisted he come in and help you wash up - the aftercare Namjoon had told him to offer. You had simply laughed at him, telling him he was adorable, but you were a big girl, and if you needed any assistance bathing in the future you'd be sure to let him know.

At the time Jungkook had brushed it off, but with this new information, things were starting to click into place.

You can't do this if you're just gonna throw her away. 

And wasn't that what Jungkook was doing? No - you had both agreed to have sex and keep it at sex only. But, knowing that Taehyung hurt her in some way, was this just a matter of time before Jungkook did the same?

I thought you were into Yoora?

Yeah, and that was the other thing - what about Yoora? Jungkook had spent two years absolutely infatuated with the model. But it had been one week of kissing you, touching you, sparring with you, and already he found himself forgetting Yoora, his memory stored only with images of you instead.

Was that a bad thing, or a good one?

He didn't know. Everything was so confusing now. 

As he stepped out of the shower, his phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he picked it up, opening Instagram. His private account was alerting him that Yoora had just posted. 

Jungkook's heart flipped. It was as though Yoora had been reading his mind. 

He opened the picture, seeing Yoora sat at a table in a high-end bar in Seoul. It struck him with a pang that it was the very same one she'd rejected him in weeks earlier - but the rejection didn't sting as it once did. 

She looked beautiful, as she always did; long, smooth black hair splayed out across her shoulders, her hands perched delicately on a champagne flute. Jungkook hovered over the like button, and changed his mind, clicking into his messages with her instead.

There were hundreds of them in the last two years; mainly of him commenting on how beautiful she looked in a recent picture, with a generic response from Yoora thanking him each time. 

Jungkook began to type, figuring he should message the woman he was doing all of this for. But every word he tapped out made an image of you flash into his head.

You in the waterfall, smirking at him, a droplet of water sliding down your cheek. 

You in Namjoon's lap the other night.

You with his fingers inside you, moaning his name.

Eventually he gave up, deleting the message and flinging his phone away from him as he sat down on his bed. 

It's just because you can't have her, he repeated to himself like a mantra. After this Saturday... everything will be back to normal. 

He got up to get dressed, hoping beyond hope that he was correct.

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"Kookie!"

You grinned at him as he came down the stairs, freshly showered and resolved that everything would be fine, just as soon as he got his hands on you once more. 

Jungkook did his best to smile back. Despite all of your teasing for the last three days, he'd barely spoken to you at all. 

"I thought we could hang out," you said, reaching for his arm and tugging him towards the front door. "Wanna walk to the beach with me?"

Before he could say no you had him out of the door, clicking it shut behind you. 

"Do I have a choice?" he grumbled.

You shook your head resolutely with a wink. "Nope. Come on," you indicated to the path leading away from the house, towards the beach. 

As you set off, Jungkook saw Taehyung eyeing the pair of you from his bedroom window, and his jaw clenched once more. But you were unaware, striding ahead of him and setting a brisk pace that Jungkook winced when he tried to keep up with, considering his back-to-back workouts this morning. 

"So, is there a reason for this little excursion?" he asked, eyeing you as you walked ahead of him on the path. "Except as an opportunity for you to shake that pretty little ass in front of me the whole way?"

You turned to shoot him a withering look over your shoulder. "No, actually, I've decided to go easy on you today. Remember I said you need some practice being dominant outside the bedroom?"

"Mm," Jungkook agreed, still barely able to look at anything besides your ass in your shorts. "I remember."

"Well, today you get to ask me anything," you informed him, still marching on ahead. "I'll give you ten questions. And anything you learn about me, you can use against me. Inside or outside of sex."

Jungkook considered this. It was actually a great idea; up until this point, Jungkook had been relying on dumb luck to figure you out. Well, that, and Namjoon's tip about choking you, which he was yet to try out.

But this? This was an opportunity for Jungkook to learn it himself. 

"Okay," he nodded. "But seriously, I'm gonna need you to come and walk beside me. I can't think straight with you in front of me like that."

"Damn, Kookie, keep it in your pants," you tutted, but it was with a smile, and you fell in stride next to him. "Okay, shoot."

Jungkook felt like he was under immense pressure to get these questions right. He only had ten of them, after all, and he needed to make them count. 

So he started with one he'd been wondering about pretty much non-stop for the last four days. "What kink do you like the most?"

"Of the ones you know about?" you shot back, not falling for his game. "Praise."

"Why do you like praise so much?" he countered.

You looked a little caught off guard by the question. "That's a very insightful question. I thought you were gonna ask me my favourite position, or something."

Jungkook grinned at you. "That's question three," he teased.

Smirking, you answered as the pair of you strolled towards the beach. "I don't know," you shrugged. "I think one day a guy I was sleeping with just called me a good girl and it felt really good. There's probably some science behind it, but I've never really thought about it."

Jungkook couldn't help himself. "Was that guy Namjoon-hyung?"

You grinned at him wickedly. "You know, junior, you really have to get over this obsession with Joon. He's not fucking me any more and I don't intend on fucking him either. I have enough on my plate with you. So don't waste any more questions on him, okay?"

Shit, Jungkook swore internally. You were right. He'd just lost his third question to his own unending possessivness.

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "Out with it, then. Favourite position."

You smiled. "Cowgirl."

This caught Jungkook off guard. "Really?"

Narrowing your eyes at him, you nodded. "Yeah, why? You don't think subs like to ride?"

Don't even fucking think about it, Jungkook warned his cock, which twitched in his shorts at even the slightest notion of you riding him.

"No," he replied slowly. "I just... didn't expect you to like a position that requires so much work."

"Yah, I'm a brat, I'm not lazy," you tutted. "And besides, riding is flexible. It means your hands are available for-" you paused, as if about to give something away, and rethought it, "-other things."

Like choking, Jungkook thought, but kept it to himself. He didn't want to let on about that yet. Better he kept it a surprise.

"You're tryna get me to be dominant outside of bed too," he continued, asking his next question instead. "Is that because you like dominant men in real life as well as in sex?"

You thought about this one for a minute. "Not necessarily," you replied. "I don't mind a shy boy. I don't really think a guy has to be super dominant all the time for him to be good in bed. But in your case... you want to impress a girl who does think that. Hence why we're gonna practice it."

Jungkook swallowed hard. An undefinable feeling swirled inside him when you said this.

"You think Yoora's wrong to think that?" he asked. It was another sacrificed question, he knew that. But he suspected you might answer this one, and he was right.

"I told you before," you said, turning to gaze at him. "I think you're enough as you are. But if you want to change for her, I'm not going to stop you."

By this time you had reached the beach, and you sat down on the cool sand, Jungkook coming to sit beside you. It was quiet for a moment, and Jungkook let your words wash over him, the only sound between you that of the undulating waves and the cool sea breeze.

I think you're enough as you are. 

Why did those words feel so impactful and important to him?

He wasn't sure exactly how to follow up that response with another question, so he pivoted the conversation back to sex. It was, after all, the reason you were here. 

"Does all the sex you have involve kinks?" he said now.

"No," you said, looking away this time and letting your eyes drift along the coastline, as though reminiscing. "Not always."

"Oh?" Jungkook began, intrigued by the way your voice softened as you answered this question. But before he could follow it up, you cut him off. 

"Next question, junior," you said firmly, hands stiffening where they rested on your knees. He recognised the warning note in his tone. 

The subject was off limits. So he changed it completely. 

"Did you always want to be a journalist?" he said now, making you laugh.

"Is that gonna help you in the bedroom?" you asked, and he shrugged.

"Maybe," he mused. "Answer the question."

"No," you replied. "I didn't. I knew I wanted to stand out, if that makes sense. I wanted to do something meaningful with my life, that's what my parents were always driving me to do. Initially I applied for a creative writing program, but then Yoongi made it big. And it just made sense to write about my best friend doing what he loves instead."

Jungkook considered this for a moment. All of a sudden, the answer to his first questions about why you enjoyed praise so much clicked in his head. He felt as though he knew you better from this one response - but he wasn't going to let on about that yet. 

"Interesting," he grinned, concealing his smile. 

You gazed at him with a furrowed brow, as if trying to work out what he was so happy about. 

"You have three questions left, junior," you informed him. "Use them wisely."

Jungkook thought for a moment. There was so much he wanted to ask you. He wanted to know what happened between you and Taehyung. Why you didn't like staying after sex. 

But he knew you wouldn't answer those questions. So he asked one he knew that you would.

"Do you want me to spank you again?" he asked. He knew he had enjoyed it, but he needed to know if you had too - all he knew was that you'd been grumpy and sore the next day.

Your eyes flashed with a glint of desire, clearly glad to be back on the topic of sex. 

"Yes," you murmured. Your voice was low and suggestive now, your bottom lip pulled up between your teeth. 

Jungkook stared at you. Your hair rustled in the breeze, eyes wide and surveying the beauty of the beach around you, and he felt a familiar ache of longing for you that had haunted him these past four days. 

"Have you been thinking about me this week?" he asked. It was his ninth question, but he had to know.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you teased, leaning in a fraction, before you pulled back. "Now come on, we gotta get back before we burn to a crisp."

But Jungkook still had one question left, and he didn't intend on wasting it.

You stood and brushed the sand from your legs, but Jungkook was faster, and the moment you were on your feet he had pulled you into his arms with desperate force.

"Final question, little one," he murmured, his mouth barely a millimetre from yours as his arms wrapped around your waist. "Can I kiss you?"

"That's your tenth question?" you breathed, stifling a smile as your lips brushed his, arms winding around his neck. "You really wanna waste it like that?"

"Waste it? You don't want it, baby?" Jungkook pushed, fingers curling into your sides. It had been four days since he'd had you like this - four fucking days - and though that was the blink of an eye it had felt like a torturous lifetime. So just having you under him, your body pressed into his, was making his hormones go haywire.

When you didn't respond, it urged him on. He plunged a hand into your hair, letting it run over his fingers.

"Just let me in," he groaned, hating how desperate he sounded, but unable to stop himself. "Please. Just once."

The way you gazed at him for a long moment gave Jungkook hope. But of course, you wouldn't let him. Because you knew as well as he did that one kiss between the two of you would never just be one kiss. 

If you let him in now, he'd be groaning and inside you in mere minutes, on a beach.

Jungkook guessed this. But it still stung when you shook your head, placing a hand on his chest to stop him coming closer. "No, Kookie. Be a good boy and wait."

But despite your teasing words, Jungkook could see the way your pupils had blacked out. The way your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. 

And although you slipped away from underneath him and made for the path back to the house, he felt at least a small bit of satisfaction through his haze of undeniable need, as he turned to follow.

You wanted him, just as badly as he wanted you. Meaning in three days' time...

There would be no holding back.

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