♠︎ twenty seven [18+]

author's note:

today has been such a headfuck. first of all, Brat Tamer was charting number 2 in #kpop (out of 190,000 stories) which was insane and is all down to you guys who i love so very much! and then namjoonie went live, and then we got the news about Monie 😭 my emotions are all over the place.

also - in case you're wondering, this book is planned to be roughly 50-55 chapters long so we're around half-way now. as soon as this book is done, Heavensent begins! (it's actually already making me so emotional writing the early chapters for that one...)

stay safe my lovely bagels, drink your water, and stream Rainy Days/Love Me Again by good boi Tae 💜

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

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♠︎ YOU

Three sharp knocks on your door startled you from sleep the next morning. 

"It's me, bitch!" came Nia's voice from the other side. "Open up!"

You clambered out of bed to let your friend in, wincing a little at the pain in your core as you did. If it had been anyone else except Jungkook, you'd have demanded that they at least stretch you out a little before putting something that big inside you last night. But something had come over you when you got into his bed. Some desperate need to have him as quickly as you could.

And now you were paying the price.

Damn that handsome bunny rabbit, you grumbled internally.

Nia was waiting expectantly at the door when you opened it, trying to mask your mild discomfort.

"Breakfast is served," she announced with a brilliant smile. "You coming?"

You nodded, even though the last thing you really wanted to do was spend any time in a large group of people today. You were physically and mentally exhausted last night; from what you and Jungkook had done, and from telling him the whole story of what happened with Taehyung. 

"Sure," you yawned. "I gotta change though."

Nia sat on your bed while you got dressed, eyeing you suspiciously. "Is something wrong?"

"Huh? No," you said, pulling on fresh underwear and then a simple t-shirt dress. You'd showered when you got back to your room last night, saving you some time. "Sorry. I'm just tired."

Nia smirked. "Did the duracell bunny wear you out last night?"

"You could say that, yeah," you gazed at yourself in the mirror, exasperated with your hair, and deciding to braid it to get it out of your face with a heavy sigh.

"Okay, something is definitely up with you," Nia walked towards you and took your hair in her own hands, twisting it between her fingers into an intricate braid. You let her, too tired to argue. "You slept with him last night, right?"

You nodded. "Yeah. And it was... I don't know, Ni. It was weird."

Nia paused, eyeing you dubiously in the mirror. "Weird how? Did you get the ick? Oh god, don't tell me he's one of those guys who counts down before he comes, they're the worst."

"No," you huffed a short laugh at Nia's theatrics. "Not like that. It just wasn't what I expected."

"Wait, do you mean... you didn't ride the O-train?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Oh, no. The O-train you did in fact ride, and you rode it hard. Where had he gotten the idea to choke you from? He'd probably been talking to Namjoon. Either way it had been hot as fuck, and you'd come nearly straight afterwards, his hands around your neck and in your mouth making you explode. You tried to be annoyed that he'd figured out another one of your favourite kinks, but he'd done it so well that it was hard to be angry about it.

"It wasn't bad sex, Ni," you clarified. "I actually think... that might be the problem."

A tut came from your best friend behind you.

"Let me get this straight," she replied sassily. "You fucked one of the hottest men in the country last night - like, hands down hottest, no debate - and you're upset because the sex was too good?"

"That's not what I mean!" you exclaimed, a little exasperated now. "It was just... we've been sort of leading up to this the whole time we've been here, you know? Teasing each other and playing this game, and it's been really hot. But it was like once we got in bed, that all kind of fell away. And suddenly we were just... two people having sex."

"I don't understand. Isn't that the whole point?" Nia replied, reaching for the bands to tie your braid in. "Aren't you literally here to fuck him?"

"Yeah, but..." you trailed. It was nearly impossible to put this into words.

How did you explain what you'd felt last night? That when Jungkook had decided against spanking you, telling you with those wide doe eyes he had to have you, that he couldn't wait another second... it had felt like he was dropping the act, one you had been only to eager to drop too?

That wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be just a brat, and him just a dom trying to tame you. No strings. No emotions. So why had that desperate tangle of bodies last night felt so meaningful?

You sighed at how melodramatic your brain was being right now. Your eyes were still stinging a little from fatigue, and your core still ached. Perhaps you were just tired.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it," you murmured to Nia, remembering how vulnerable you had felt reliving the situation with Tae last night. "I think I'm just in my feelings right now about everything."

Nia's nose wrinkled at the mention of feelings. "Ew. Look, Juan might be a wizard in the sheets, but he is still literally just a guy. Did fucking him feel good?"

You nodded, trying not to blush.

"Well then," Nia nodded as if this proved her point. "Keep doing it. You're doing him a favour but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun of your own, baby girl. Fuck the feelings."

And though Nia's words were bold, they strangely resonated with you. Maybe she was right; you just needed to make this about sex again. After all, this was going to end at some point. All you really had to do was make sure Jungkook was as confident as he wanted to be when he left this island, and then your work here was done. 

There was no point overthinking it. You had to enjoy it while it lasted.

"You're right," you agreed, feeling a little lighter as you ran a hand over the expertly twisted braid that Nia had now finished. "Thanks Ni."

She grinned at you, admiring her own handiwork in the mirror, when something caught your eye.

"Ni?" you said, peering at her reflection. "Is that a hickey?"

"Huh?" Her eyes widened as she caught a gap in her curls, revealing a small dark mark on the side of her neck. But she quickly dismissed it - "Oh, no, don't worry. I was just working out this morning, I caught myself on some equipment."

Nia was an excellent liar, but you known her for far too long. The only question was, who had given it to her? You had disappeared upstairs with Jungkook long before you'd seen her misbehaving too much last night.

An idea popped into your head, and you nodded as if you believed her.

"Makes sense," you replied. "What workout were you doing?"

"Crossfit," she shot back easily over her shoulder, making for the door. "Are you coming for breakfast or what?"

Definitely Namjoon, you thought to yourself triumphantly at the familiar phrase you'd heard him use before. Clearly, he'd passed that little excuse on to Nia after whatever he'd done with her last night.

"Must have been a hell of a workout, Ni," you grinned as you followed her out the door. 

"Oh yeah," she replied, barely able to contain a smile. "It really was."

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You and Nia were the last ones down to breakfast.

This in itself was nothing new; since school, you'd had a habit of being late for things. You often wondered if this was why you, Yoongi and Nia got on so well, since all of you struggled so much to get out of bed in the morning. 

But today, you had shot yourself in the foot, because you'd forgotten about all of the extra guests who had arrived yesterday. By the time you loaded your plate up with pancakes from the trays in the kitchen, and stepped out onto the terrace, all of the seats were already taken.

Well. All, except one. 

Nia, you little shit, you cursed her under your breath as you saw her walking just ahead of you, where she settled into the only other available seat, next to Namjoon. She could have let you sit there, and eat your breakfast in peace; but no, she was a shit-stirrer, shooting you a wink as she indicated to the other free seat.

You sighed, taking your seat at the very end of the table, beside Jungkook. 

"Bunny," you greeted him with the nickname he hated so much. "Sleep well?"

Jungkook turned to you with an unreadable gaze, his dark doe eyes giving nothing away. His black and white striped t-shirt was oversized, making him look more cute than sexy. He must have only just woken up, because his raven hair was fluffy and unkempt, and his eyes had slight rings around them, which was half-adorable and half-hot as hell.

"Yeah. I was worn out," he replied, sipping his coffee. The insinuation was not lost on you, and you smirked a little as you took a bite of your pancake.

"Sounds like a good night," you shot back, chewing with a sly smile. 

You were suddenly hyper-aware that everyone else could hear this conversation, though none of them seemed to be listening, too deep in their own discussions. Nia was scarfing down her pancakes with the hunger of a woman possessed, only pausing to talk animatedly about the latest piece of sculpture she'd been working on in her free time, while Namjoon listened on in rapt admiration. 

"You should have stuck around, little one," Jungkook dragged your attention back to him, his voice a little lower now, leaning in to you so the others wouldn't hear. "It could have been even better."

"I could have just as much fun as we did last night on my own with a battery-powered device, Kookie, but thanks for the offer," you grinned at him sweetly, popping another piece of pancake in your mouth. 

The cocky grin on Jungkook's face faded instantly, and he dropped his fork onto his plate.

Your inner brat high-fived itself. 

That's it, it reassured you. Just go full brat mode on him again. It's the best way to regain control. 

"Is that so?" he asked slowly, his voice still low and quiet. His sharp jawline was pronounced, and you knew he was mad. "You didn't have fun last night, then?"

You shrugged, kicking it up a notch. "It was spectacularly average, thanks for asking."

Jungkook wasn't buying it, but it didn't stop the annoyance that simmered in his gaze.

"You know, I would believe you," he said now, turning fully to face you now in his chair. "But I seem to remember you having to suck my fingers so you wouldn't scream when you came. Forgive me if I'm unconvinced."

"You're forgiven, bunny," you shot back easily. "But if you really think you're that good, why don't you prove it tonight, hm? Show me it wasn't just beginners' luck."

His dark eyes trained on you as he considered this, wondering what the catch was. But then the silver ring in his lip hitched ever so slightly into a smile.

You smiled right back. Deep down, you were happy that the pair of you had slipped back into this witty sexual battle that had become a staple of your conversations in the last two weeks. It was nothing like the emotional confusion of last night, and you were glad of it. 

Until Jungkook did something unforgivable.

"Why wait until then?" he murmured with a casual shrug. 

Confused at his meaning, you made to reply, but then you stopped immediately. His hand that had been resting closest to you had disappeared under the table, and stroked along your thigh.

You jolted in panic and excitement. "Junior..."

He raised an eyebrow at your sudden uncertainty, sensing he was gaining the upper hand. "What's the matter? Afraid of proving me right?"

"Afraid of being caught," you gritted out, scanning the table for anyone who might have caught on. No one had. None of them even seemed to know the two of you were there, alone at the end of the table, Jungkook's body twisted to hide your own.

It was the perfect cover, and Jungkook seemed to know it. He leaned in, grinning at you in a ridiculously adorable smile. 

"If you don't want to be caught, try not to scream this time, hm?" he said in a voice dripping with arrogance, and you would have slapped his hand away then and there, if it hadn't slipped under your dress and pressed boldly against your fabric-covered folds.

Your reaction was immediate. 

The flesh there was still so sensitive from last night that you jolted forward, a ringing in your ears at the sharp ache and pleasure that just the press of his fingers over your underwear brought you. A head turned towards you, someone you couldn't make out in the periphery, and you tried to act normal, to clear your throat, as Jungkook grinned at you in triumph.

You'd done this with him out here before, during the scavenger hunt, but it was just him and you. Now, there were twenty people who would catch you if you had any kind of reaction, and Jungkook knew it. 

"You're an asshole," you managed. Your voice inflected ever so slightly at the end as his index finger slipped beneath your panties and began to trace over your folds, avoiding your clit deliberately. You couldn't help the tremble in your tone, as his finger danced teasingly near the swollen nub, and backed away again.

The whine that left your lips was unintentional. You prayed that no one would notice, and no one did; except one pair of amber eyes at the far end of the table.

Blood pounded in your ears as you caught Taehyung's eye.

Jungkook saw this exchange of glances. Thankfully, Taehyung didn't seem to have caught on, and Jungkook waited for him to look away before he brought his mouth close to your ear. 

"Have you thought about talking to him?" he asked you seriously. His doe eyes were steadied on you, unreadable. 

You blanched.

What the fuck was he thinking, bringing this up now? 

You'd been so set on separating emotion and sex when you spoke to Nia this morning - but along comes Jeon Jungkook, to fuck you with his fingers while he dished out life advice. 

He truly was the most frustrating man you'd ever met.

"Why do you... care... so much if I do?" you muttered, with only a slight gasp as his middle finger joined his index in its slow rubbing up and down your folds.

"Because you're my friend," he said, as if it were that simple. "And so is he. I care about my friends." 

"Do you care for Tae the way you're caring for me right now?" you challenged, eyes glancing down ever so slightly to where his inked arm had disappeared up your dress. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Tae's not my type," he shot back, annoyance lacing his tone ever so slightly.

"Oh, so I am your type?" you teased, leaning into this game ever so slightly, but you were stopped by Jungkook's skilled finger flicking expertly against your clit at last.

You had to cover your mouth with your hand, faking a cough, so you wouldn't gasp loud enough to garner attention from the entire table.

"You are so long as you continue to wear these short fucking dresses in front of me," he said, his eyes trained now on where the hem of your dress ended at your thigh as his fingers circled your clit torturously. "You look so thick and perfect in them. All I can think about is taking them off all the damn time. But you're dodging the topic. Have you thought about talking to him or not?"

"Yes," you hissed with a clenched jaw, unable to dwell on the way he'd just described you as perfect, because if you did you were going to come embarassingly quickly. You gripped your fork hard as desire began to pool in your core.

"Good," Jungkook continued. "You know it would make daddy very happy, baby."

"What makes you think I have any interest in your happiness, junior?" you shot back, keeping your voice as low as his. It was impossible to resist being bratty even in this mindfuck of a conversation, especially when he called himself daddy and brought you to the edge with just two fingers.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed at you in annoyance. "Don't make me regret not punishing you last night," he warned. "If I have to bend you over this table in front of all these people and show you who's pussy this is, I will."

Your mind went blank in shock and pleasure. Maybe Jungkook needed help with exploring his kinks and becoming more confident - but he certainly did not need lessons in dirty talk. 

He was really fucking good at that.

You were losing this round, beautifully and blissfully losing, and it felt like heaven. His fingers continued their delicious rhythm against your slick wetness, and you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to contain the moans that were beginning to pool in your throat.

You glanced at Taehyung again. He wasn't looking any more, and you took the opportunity to study his face. Since you'd arrived, you hadn't seen him properly smile once, and it struck you now that you were probably the cause of this. 

It might be better, after all, to simply forgive and forget.

"You don't have to," Jungkook said now, his voice kinder as he saw you consider it, fingers continuing their torturous pace. "If you're not ready. But I think maybe you are."

You appreciated this. Appreciated that he was recognising your emotional boundaries, while also making you feel like you might scream in ecstasy at the breakfast table. And deep down, you knew Jungkook was right. 

It was time to work things out with Tae.

"I'll t-think about it," you conceded eventually, eyes having to close now against the wave of pleasure from Jungkook's rhythmic circular motions. Your core was still so sensitive from the night before, the flesh so swollen against his fingers that you could barely take it any more. The fingers clenching the fork went white at the knuckle. 

Jungkook leaned back in, smiling. You couldn't see it, but it was evident from the curve of his lips against your neck.

"Good. Now eat your breakfast, baby," he murmured. His fingers left your core, leaving it frustrated and unsatisfied, as he pressed a delicate kiss below the shell of your ear. 

It was so quick, the brush of his lips against your skin, and yet still it sent electricity shooting through you. There was a certain thrill of doing this out in the open. Of being caught. 

But no one saw it, and breakfast continued as usual - except now, you were more than a little wound up, and Jungkook was wearing a smug smirk on his face as he returned to his food casually. 

Shit, you thought, trying to ignore the throbbing need in your core. You could virtually feel the eyes of the brat inside you judging you intently.

Taking back control was going to be a whole lot harder than you'd anticipated. 

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