♠︎ bonus: long distance [18+]

BONUS CHAPTER 1

'LONG DISTANCE'

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

Jungkook sighed in frustration. 

"Baby," he tried again, seeing you frown at him over the video call. "I love you, but you're being a bit silly right now."

You huffed, refusing to meet his eye as you gazed away from your phone. "Don't call me silly. I'm not a toddler."

Jungkook sighed again. He should have known there was no point arguing with you.

It had been three months, now, since the pair of you had left the island. Jungkook had been hopeful and yet quietly apprehensive; he had never been in a long distance relationship before, and as much as you had reassured him that you were all in, deep down he was afraid you might panic again. 

But you hadn't. You'd both slipped into the boyfriend and girlfriend routine like you were made for it.

Thankfully, your job allowed you to work from home quite a bit, so when you weren't required in Daegu, you were often in his apartment in Seoul. Your time apart was difficult, but you made it through, and Jungkook had been pleasantly surprised by how easy it was to be with someone, when you loved them enough to make it work.

It had been blissful, being your boyfriend for the last three months.

But not now. 

Now, you were angry - and, Jungkook suspected, a few days away from your period, a time when you were known to get a bit crabby. Not that he blamed you for it - but he knew you liked to pick a fight around this time of the month.

And the fight this month was about Han Sohee, the actress hired to star in his latest music video.

"I'm just saying," you continued now, with only a bite of annoyance in your voice. "That she's very beautiful."

"Yes," Jungkook nodded, holding his phone steady. "She is. It doesn't change my answer."

You tutted, rolling your eyes at him, making the blood boil in his veins. "That's crazy. She's so hot even I wanna take her clothes off," you shot back.

Jungkook could have choked on his own spit. The thought of you taking Sohee's clothes off was actually mildly arousing, but he knew instinctively that he shouldn't voice that thought.

"And you're singing a song about how you want to fuck her all the damn time," you were continuing with a sour expression. "So forgive me for being a bit apprehensive."

"That song is quite clearly about you," Jungkook said, trying not to let the frustration seep into his voice - and failing. "I mean, do you seriously think I'm gonna be singing about sleeping with anyone other than you seven days a week? Where would I find the time? I'm not Hermione whatsherface, I don't have a time turner."

"Hermione Granger," you corrected him, and Jungkook saw the twitch of amusement at the corner of your mouth on the screen. You'd introduced him to the Harry Potter films on a recent trip up to Seoul. 

Gotcha, he thought in triumph.

"Baby," he tried again, as soothing as he could, sensing a resolution was close. "I promise you, I won't even look at her on set. I only have eyes for you."

You contemplated this for a moment, finally meeting his gaze.

"Okay," you eventually conceded. "Okay, fine. I believe you."

Jungkook smiled, and you smiled back, making him ache to touch you, the phones representing the hundreds of miles of distance between you. You looked so beautiful, your hair pulled artfully into a braid as you lounged in bed, barefaced and gorgeous. 

He wanted to touch you so badly.

You felt the same, apparently, because you batted your lashes at him - something you always did when you wanted sex.

"Daddy," you almost purred, making Jungkook's cock twitch. Fuck, he was glad he was already in bed. "Can you do me a favour?"

"Depends what it is, baby," he answered, although he was secretly thinking that if you carried on speaking to him in that voice, he'd probably bury a dead body for you.

You grinned at him. "Can I see Snoop?" you asked innocently.

Jungkook's lust deflated.

You must have spied his look of disappointment, because you giggled. "Come on, Kookie! I miss him," you coaxed.

"If you missed the little dude so much, why didn't you just keep him in Daegu?" he huffed, but rolled out of bed nevertheless to do as you'd asked. He crossed his bedroom to the vivarium underneath the window, flipping the phone camera around as he approached the glass tank.

"You know why not," you rolled your eyes. "If I had him here, I'd have to feed him bugs. I hate bugs."

"Yeah, I guess I didn't think that one through when I told Taehyung to buy you a frog," he admitted. Looking back, it wasn't the most thought-through of ideas, but still - the look on your face when you'd arrived home in Daegu to find that Taehyung had bought you a frog as a birthday present had been priceless. Nia had filmed a video of your reaction and sent it to both him and Tae. 

Jungkook had watched it about fifty times by now, and every time he couldn't stop smiling.

Safe to say, Taehyung was well and truly forgiven.

"Mm," you agreed, but you were still smiling, remembering that day too. "But luckily I have a very accommodating boyfriend who looks after my baby for me."

Jungkook tutted, about to come up with some sort of witty reply, but then you were squealing in delight at having spied Snoop, your pet green tree frog, perched in the vivarium in Jungkook's room. 

He was lurid green, with delicate red webbed feet, and particularly beautiful for a frog; an animal Jungkook had never considered especially cute before he'd seen this one. Taehyung had always had an eye for adorable stuff.

"Snoop! How are you my little cutie patootie!" you cooed at him, making Jungkook smile despite himself. "Oh, he's gotten so big, Kookie. My baby is all grown up."

"He's gotten lazy, that's what," Jungkook retorted, though even as he said it, Snoop croaked up at him innocently with big round eyes, as if to say - who, me?

Damn it, he thought, seeing the way he clung adorably to a brunch in the vivarium. The little fucker is cute, I'll give him that. 

"My baby boy is not lazy!" you protested. "Snoop is merely a chilled out and easygoing dude. Just like his namesake."

"I still can't believe you called him Snoop Frog," Jungkook admitted, crossing back across his bedroom and collapsing onto his bed. "Genius."

"I know right," you grinned, sighing as the pair of you settled into silence once more. 

"I miss you, baby," Jungkook admitted, a pang of longing running through him. "It's been too long."

You smiled sadly in agreement. "Me too. And you're going away tomorrow," you pouted. 

It was true. Jungkook wasn't looking forward to it - the long flight to LA and New York to promote his new song, Seven, before returning to Korea only a few days later.

He hated long haul flights, but he hated leaving you even more. 

"I wish you were going with me," he admitted. You grimaced, and Jungkook knew you wanted that too; but you had an interview tomorrow with a huge indie band that you couldn't miss. 

"When can I see you again?" you asked him. "Namjoon told me you guys have some sort of filming project next week."

"Yeah, but it's in Seoul, so if you're free you can come up and visit?" he suggested, seeing you break into a grin and nod excitedly. 

"Yay! I'll ask Nia," you said, still cheesing down the phone at the prospect of seeing him, which made Jungkook's heart beat unnaturally fast. "Maybe she'll come with."

"Did her and Namjoon sort all their shit out yet?" Jungkook wondered.

"Who knows," you laughed. 

Nia and Namjoon had spent nearly every waking minute together since they'd returned from vacation, with Nia travelling to Seoul or Namjoon coming to Daegu. They saw each other more often that Jungkook saw you. And yet still, Nia refused to label their relationship. 

Jungkook knew it was a sore point for his hyung. Namjoon was a relationship sort of guy, and he wanted to make it official with your best friend. But - and Jungkook only knew this from his conversations with you - Nia was uncertain. She told Namjoon she wasn't ready to be pinned down yet, but really, she was apprehensive about finally going steady with someone after years of being single. 

You told Jungkook it was because Nia was insecure, about people leaving her or not wanting her. Objectively, Jungkook struggled to believe it. Nia was so outgoing and confident, it was hard to imagine that she was so different internally. He felt a rush of sympath for her. Nia had become like a surrogate friend to him in the last three months. 

"I hope Nia figures herself out soon," you admitted now, laying back into your pillows. "Joon is perfect for her. And they deserve to be happy."

Jungkook grinned. "Like we are," he pointed out, heart flooding with happiness when you nodded.

"Like we are," you repeated, smiling. "Oh - wait, that reminds me! I meant to send you something I found the other day."

There was some fumbling with your phone, your picture shaking a little as you pressed buttons, before you spoke again.

"Check your messages," you prompted him, and Jungkook did - only for him to feel like his heart had stopped.

"I took it a few weeks ago," you were saying over the phone now, and he could almost hear you blushing. "When we had dinner at that little jjajangmyeon place."

Jungkook gazed at it in wonder, his sweatpants feeling incredibly tight all of a sudden. 

The picture was of you - or more specifically, your legs, angled downwards from where you had been sitting beside Jungkook in the restaurant. You had initially planned to sit opposite him, but thirty minutes in to dinner you had switched and curled up by his side instead, confident that no one was watching. 

And here was the proof; a picture of your legs, bare and beautiful beneath your dress, and Jungkook's tattooed hand clenched around one of your thighs beneath the table. 

It was crazy how his own hand could turn him on so much. But it was what it was doing that made him feel feral; the sight of his own fingers wrapped around your thigh, as if to say - mine. She's mine. 

The possessiveness pounded in his ears. He could barely see straight with lust. 

Fuck, it had been so long since he'd last had you.

"Um," you broke the silence, as Jungkook switched from the picture back to facetime. Sure enough, your cheeks were pink with embarrassment, and with something else. "Kookie? You like it?"

Jungkook could barely speak. His stomach felt alive with tension, and his cock was fully hard now, and throbbing. But he managed to pull it together just in time to utter his next sentence.

"Turn your camera off, baby," he instructed.

Before you did as you were told, a knowing smirk crossed your face. You and Jungkook had had fun over the phone, but never on camera. Not with him being who he was. It was too risky.

So you knew exactly what was about to go down, when he gave you that order.

"So bossy," you teased, before your camera went blank. Jungkook pressed the phone to his ear, knowing you were doing the same. "I'm not your slave, you know."

"No," Jungkook managed, slipping his other hand over his hard length and rubbing it through his sweats. "But you belong to me anyway, don't you? My little sub."

"Yes," you said, in a half-gasp, and Jungkook knew you were doing the same, running your own hands over yourself. "Your sub. All yours."

Jungkook felt a pang of want for you run through him, dampening his lust just a little as he thought about how inadequate this was. How incomparable phone sex was to having you here, in the flesh, telling him you were his with a moan, while your mouth moved against his throat, his hands tangled in your hair. 

He wanted you with him permanently, so badly. He knew it was too soon to bring it up - only three months of you officially dating - but Jungkook had always been the kind to be certain of what he wanted, and he wanted you. 

Forever. 

But enough of that thinking for now. Now, he lay back against his pillows, a smile on his face as he heard your breathing become laboured through the phone, and told you to keep it up, like the good girl you were. As the room descended into a chorus of moans and gasps, he realised how lucky he was to have you, even digitally.

After all, hundreds of miles of distance was nothing, really, when you loved someone like this.

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