♠︎ forty two

content warning: things are about to get spicy. as in, spicier than they have been in the last forty one chapters. as in - well, you get the picture. it doesn't really begin this chapter, more in the next one. i'll leave specific trigger warnings in the comments here, check them out if you need but obvi there are spoilers!

this story is about to reach it's peak... let's get it, bagels!

CHAPTER FORTY TWO

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

Jungkook knew you were planning something. He just didn't know what it was.

A month ago, he would have had no idea that you were planning anything at all. But Jungkook had studied you closely enough now to know what your signals were. The glint in your dark eyes. The way your mouth twitched upwards into a smirk. And the look on your face - calm, but calculating. 

He loved that look. He was just terrified of what it meant for him.

Luckily for him, though, he was busy concocting plans of his own.

It had started when he'd taken that hike with you and Hobi. Jungkook had managed to coax Jimin into it as well, but his usually upbeat friend was silent and morose, lagging behind as you and Hobi bounded on ahead. Jungkook decided to hang back, falling into step besides Jimin. 

"You know, hyung," he said, as they wandered through the trees side by side, watching you and Hobi several feet in front. "Being sad really doesn't suit you."

Jimin just tutted, looking away. "Since when do you call me hyung?"

"Since you stopped acting like Jimin-ssi and started acting like Jimin-hyung. And for the record, I much prefer Jimin-ssi."

"Yeah, well, being cute and sexy and lovely all the time is hard work. Sometimes I need a break," Jimin shot back.

"Hyung," Jungkook glanced around at their surroundings, finding it easier to be honest when they weren't looking at each other, and becoming more serious now. "Please, just be honest with me. Are you okay? Really?"

Jimin thought about this for a long moment, before finally letting out a sigh of resignation.

"No," he admitted, and when Jungkook turned to him, the dark circles below his eyes were pronounced. "I feel like shit."

Jungkook felt a pull of pain in his heart. He thought about his friend - how effervescent and lively he normally was. He thought, strangely, of sex with him; about how Jimin could be any number of things at once. Coy, shy, sexy, demanding, obliging... Jimin was a multitude of things, and it hurt Jungkook to see so many of his qualities dampened. 

It felt as if Yoongi had already made up his mind about Jimin, before he'd even been given a chance to explain himself. To Yoongi, Jimin was a flirt. A player. He was unattached. 

He did not fall for people, and he certainly did not fall for Min Yoongi.

And there lay the irony. The fact that Jimin did fall, the same way Yoongi did - but neither of them could bring themselves to take the plunge and just commit.

Jungkook knew this was difficult for Jimin in particular, because he did not open up easily. He wasn't a talker - well, okay, he was, but not about his feelings. When Jimin was upset, he hid himself away, not eating and working out way too much, until eventually his heartache was so physically obvious that one of the members would step in and help him get back on track.

So if Jungkook could cut that off before Jimin got that far, he knew he'd be helping his friend.

"Talk to me," he pleaded softly with Jimin now. "I want to help."

"You can't help," Jimin said dejectedly, his voice thickening a little with emotion.

"Yes I can," Jungkook urged. "I've been through this before, wanting to be with someone who doesn't want to be with you, remember?"

Jimin was confused for all of a second - before he realised Jungkook was talking about Yoora, and heavily rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. As if you ever really felt anything for her. Have you seen the woman you have now?"

"I mean," Jungkook glanced at you ahead of him, letting his gaze catch on your ass filling out your leggings as he sipped from his water bottle. He tried hard not to think about how good you looked last night, quivering thighs astride his face as he licked over you with fervour. "She's alright, I guess."

Jimin scoffed derisively. "You're obsessed with her."

Jungkook choked on his water, spluttering and coughing, making Jimin whack him on the back. 

"Wh-a-at?" he stammered through coughs. "No."

Jimin just laughed again. "You're so obsessed."

"I am not!" he protested indignantly, before wondering why he was so indignant about this in the first place. 

Because truthfully, he sort of was obsessed. He glanced at you now, throwing your head back in a laugh at something Hobi had said, and wanted immediately to be with you, hearing your laugh and drinking in your kilowatt smile. And he wanted to kill Hobi for being there to witness it instead of him.

Okay, so he was a lot obsessed.

"I'm not obsessed," he lied again, quieter this time.

"Come on, Jungkookie," Jimin tutted at his lie, rolling his eyes. "I know that you've already had supplies flown in for the surprise birthday party you're throwing her next week. Nothing gets past me."

Jungkook opened his mouth to reply, but realised he was too embarrassed to tell Jimin the truth. 

Yes, it was true that he had ordered supplies for your birthday, which had been flown in yesterday. But he'd also ordered some other things that had arrived with the party equipment. 

Things that he could discuss with no one, because they were part of the plan he was concocting for you.

Not that he could discuss that with Jimin. And so unfortunately, he had no comeback whatsoever for Jimin's teasing. 

"Who was the last person you did that for, hm?" Jimin raised an eyebrow at him now, before answering the question himself with a satisfied grin. "Oh, that's right. Literally never. Ob. Sessed."

Jungkook had no valid response. He was glad Jimin was back to his old self - even if he'd dodged Jungkook's questions about Yoongi - but he hadn't missed his witty teasing. It reminded him of your friend Nia. She and Jimin were alike in many ways.

"Okay, I changed my mind," he teased, elbowing Jimin in the ribs. "I preferred grumpy Jimin-hyung."

Jimin laughed, a musical sound that he really had missed. Jimin was the life and soul of this group - his laughter and energy kept them going, especially Jungkook, who often felt that one of Jimin's crescent-mooned smiles could fuel him for a whole day. 

It was nice to see it return at last.

But he couldn't help pondering Jimin's words. Was he really that obsessed with you? He hadn't though anything of planning you a birthday party - it just felt like the right thing to do. You couldn't have a birthday here without a party, after all. And yet he realised now that he had never even planned a party for one of his hyungs in the last decade.

He couldn't have ever fathomed planning anything for Yoora.

So were his feelings for you even more serious that he'd thought?

Jungkook's head swam, wading through what this all meant. It was all far too confusing, and he longed to break it down into simpler terms, that he could understand and process. He tried focusing on the days ahead instead.

Six days, until the best birthday party the world had ever seen.

Seven, until Jungkook and you both left the island, and returned to reality.

He had so much to do before then. 

And the clock was ticking.

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It was dinner that night, when everything finally exploded. 

Tonight, you had insisted with force that Jin take a break. He'd been cooking for the boys and you since he arrived, except for a few of the days, and though he protested that he enjoyed it, you had been adamant that he have one night off. 

And somehow, Jungkook and Namjoon had been roped into doing it. 

Namjoon, the ever-clumsy giant that he was, had already broken a bowl and dropped a container of kimchi that splattered all over the kitchen floor. After that, you had relegated him to the kitchen table, making him sit and chop onions. You'd argued that it was a fairly straightforward task, but Jungkook could still see a million ways that Namjoon would make it go wrong. 

He grinned now, watching you as you worked at the stove, humming to yourself as you cooked. 

"I didn't know you liked to cook," he told you, watching you stir the noodles as he seasoned the pork belly you were having with it.

You smiled, cheeks going a little pink. Jungkook loved it when they did that.

"That's just because I haven't cooked here. I cook all the time at home," you told him. "This one is my favourite to make."

Jungkook pointed down at the pork. "Samgyeopsal?"

You nodded, stirring gently. "Mm."

Jungkook smiled at you. "Funny, because samgyeopsal is my favourite thing to eat."

You bit your lip, and Jungkook realised it was to keep yourself from smiling too wide. "Perfect match," you murmured, so low he almost didn't catch it. A repeat of what you'd called him only a few nights ago, when he was on his knees for you in the bathroom.

Jungkook felt so incredible in that moment, so powered up by your response, that he thought he could probably have attempted intergalactic time travel. That was just how you made him feel.

Luckily, he didn't tell you this. Instead he simply held your gaze, loving the way your own eyes reflected the same glint of hopefulness.

Namjoon made a vomiting sound behind you both, ruining the moment, and Jungkook shot him a filthy look, but you just giggled.

"Joon," you called across the kitchen, cheeks now an even darker shade of pink, "can you please be useful and pass the salt?"

Namjoon obliged, reaching for it on the table and chucking you the container.

You smiled at him, popping it open. "Thanks daddy."

It took a full second for Jungkook to freeze in shock.

What did you just say?

"What the-" he began, anger boiling in his veins immediately making you turn to face him, pausing your stirring. 

You looked entirely unbothered, blinking at him blankly. In his confusion, he had lost his ability to read you; he couldn't work out if you were really unaware of what you'd said, or just acting innocent. 

"What did you just...?" he said again, but he trailed off, gazing at you in anger and alarm.

Namjoon had stopped chopping now too, disturbed by the shock in Jungkook's tone. You and Namjoon both stared at him, questioningly.

"What did I just what?" you blinked at him again.

"Say," he managed to choke out. "What did you just say?"

"I asked Namjoon to pass me the salt," you said, brows furrowing together in confusion.

"No - after that," he pushed, agonised.

"I said thanks, Joonie," you replied, still looking a little worried. "Are you okay, Kookie? You're acting a bit bananas."

Jungkook was a mess.

You must be fucking with him. You must be. But Namjoon was nodding along in agreement behind you, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

What the fuck? 

Had he really imagined that? Misheard you entirely to think you'd called Namjoon daddy?

Surely not. But then again, maybe...

As he pondered this he realised you and Namjoon were still staring at him in confusion.

"M'fine," he mumbled, going back to the pork with trembling hands. You gave him a strange sideways look, before you resumed too.

A thought dawned on him, as he let the shock wear off, that he had never heard you call him Joonie before. Only Joon. But he dismissed it. Namjoon wouldn't lie about it, so he must have misheard you. 

Jungkook tried to let it go as they sat down for dinner - out on the terrace this time, the evening balmy and serene. But for some reason, his mind kept returning to it. 

Whether you'd said it or not, this was a sore spot for Jungkook. Coming into this agreement, he'd known only two things; that he loved to dominate, and loved to be called daddy.

Five weeks later, he knew all kinds of things. How sexy it could be to ask for consent. How he didn't need to be confident all the time, to have the power in the bedroom. How much he loved making a mess of you, and gagging you, and tying you up, and choking you, and - 

Shit. He had to stop letting his mind run away like that.

But still, even with all these lessons learned about sex - and sex with you in particular - he hadn't managed to get you to call him daddy. Not even once. 

Which is probably why the thought of you saying it to Namjoon was so difficult for him to stomach. 

He shook his head, as if to clear it, focusing again on the people around him. He noticed happily that Jimin seemed a little less down this evening, having actually emerged for dinner, although he still wasn't talking to Yoongi. Jungkook figured it would take time. He was just glad to see his friend flash that crescent-mooned smile again.

The memory of that moment didn't return until he was heading to bed, finding you waiting on his corridor, leaning against his bedroom door, hands tucked behind you cutely, clad only in his t-shirt that fell to your mid-thigh.

Jungkook's cock twitched, his heart pounding in his ribcage. Five weeks in, and still he internally blushed a bright red when he saw you like this. It was like an intense schoolboy crush.

Jimin's words returned to him. You're addicted.

It was getting harder and harder to deny that fact.

"Hi," you murmured now seductively, looking up at him through long lashes, your lip bitten.

"Can I help you?" he asked as he drew up beside you at his bedroom door, but he was already smiling.

"Mm," you nodded coyly. "I'd like a kiss, please."

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow at you, though his heart raced to hear you ask for this so casually. "What do I get in return?"

"To kiss me," you retorted with a cocked hip. "Isn't that good enough?"

"Always," he agreed, reaching for your waist and drawing you in, bringing your mouth close to his.

As Jungkook dipped his head to capture your lips, he noticed the way you sighed and melted into him, smiling against his mouth as your arms wound around his neck. He was sure he'd never get used to the sensation of having you in his arms, any time he wanted you, and he held you tighter, opening your mouth beneath his to no objection from you whatsoever.

He was about to push you into his room when Namjoon moved behind him in the corridor, heading to bed. 

"Goodnight lovebirds," he smirked over his shoulder. "Try not to wake up the entire island this time, hm?"

You just smiled back, calling after Namjoon as he disappeared into his room - and this time, Jungkook did not mishear it.

You said it, loud and fucking clear.

"Goodnight," you chimed to Namjoon's back, before adding in a soft purr - "daddy."

Jungkook's entire body stiffened, and his jaw clenched hard.

His eyes found yours. 

This time, there wasn't a trace of innocence in them. 

He knew it. He knew you'd said it earlier. Why hadn't he just trusted his gut?

"You fucking tease," he managed now, teeth gritted and unable to get the words out, he was so angry. "You... I knew you... you-"

You batted your lashes one more time, but you weren't even trying to hide the amusement on your face. "Cat got your tongue, junior?"

Anger fizzed in his veins, and deja vu hit him in an instant. 

The first ever phone call he'd had with you before the island, all those weeks ago, when he'd proposed that you come out here - and you had said the very same thing, when he'd been lost for words.

Cat got your tongue? you'd teased, and even then he'd loved the way your voice dripped with confidence over the phone. Don't worry, it's okay to admit defeat.

Jungkook had come a long way since then. And though you'd defeated him a few times along the way, he would not be defeated now. Not this time.

You were calling him daddy tonight, whether you liked it or not. If he had to make you scream it, for the whole island to hear, just like Namjoon said - so fucking be it.

Jeon Jungkook was going to win this game, and end it this evening, once and for all.

Then, and only then, would he tell you that he loved you.

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