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"Bob, please. Just let me stay backstage" you beg your manager with puppy eyes. Making them as wide and cute as possible while slightly pouting your lips.

But Bob was no where near flattered. "No, Y/N." he bluntly refuses.

Damn it! you thought It only ever worked on Jungkook....

The lights go dim and a spotlight shines on Kelly Clarkson standing on a small stage in the middle of the anticipated crowd.

"Their fans have traveled around the world to see this performance." she shouts into the mic. She had to of course. You can tell she's struggling to be as loud as she can over the screaming ARMYs that filled almost every seat in the arena. Army bombs shaking in their hands aggressively while losing their shit.

You softly laugh at the sight. You forgot how many passionate fans BTS had. No fandom could compare to theirs.

Bob leaves as the lights dim even more, slowly turning the arena completely dark.

"Wait, Bob! BOB!" you shout. But he continues to speed walk backstage, ignoring your desperate callings. A loud groan erupts from you and you plop yourself in your seat.

He could have at least moved me away from the front row.

You cross your arms and prepare yourself. You had seen BTS perform multiple times but this was the first since you were going to see them since you left Korea. Since you left....Jungkook. The terrible feeling returns to your stomach as a tall man in black clothes appears on stage, six men lined up behind him.

Smoke covers the stage as the camera men run to their positions. Despite it being dark you notice Taehyung staring out into the distance, nervously. For some reason seeing him nervous made you want to give him a hug and tell him he was going to do great. Just like you always used to do.

You'll be fine, Taehyung.

The music starts and you watch in amazement as the rest of members crawl out from behind. Their movements shock you. Even after seeing them dance so many times you still couldn't get over how precise and extraordinary their dance skills were. It sent you into a trance and got you hooked. You couldn't take your eyes off them.

You found yourself enjoying the performance until it got to the chorus.

"I'm so sick of this FAKE LOVE! FAKE LOVE! FAKE LOVE!"

Jimin's high notes boom out of the speakers as he sings his heart out. His facial expressions full of pain, you could tell he was meaning every single word he was singing.

It sent you back.

To the hospital.

How he wouldn't look at you. Wouldn't talk to you. Couldn't even stand your presence after how you hurt him.

All you wanted to do in that moment was disappear. But then another part of you tells you to stay and suffer.

You broke his heart, bitch. You deserve it.

And so you stay.

You watch Jimin expressing the full pain and anger into his singing and performance. The sight shakes you with guilt.

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Past:

*warning*

*Mature content*

You absorb the music around you. The sound of your voice explodes from the dance studios speaker. Moving your hips to the beat of your new song.

It was a perfect song for you. The lyrics and soundtrack from your creation had been finished and perfected for your new debut song. Big Hit weren't so sure about you producing your own music at first, most companies didn't let their artists have the freedom to do that.

But after listening to your songs they praised and supported you through every step of the way. When you said you wanted to choreograph your own song as well they didn't dare stop you. They knew your dance would be at its best in your hands.

A wolf whistle sounds from behind you. "Damn, Noona."

You roll your eyes, already knowing who it was. You walk to pause the music before jogging to your boyfriend and hugging him. Your body springs onto him as you wrap your legs around his waist. He holds you and hugs you back, laughing.

You pull back and give him a long kiss "I missed you."

A grin breaks through and his bunny teeth display. "I missed you too, babe."

He pecks your lips before letting you down. "How was Japan?" you ask.

"Good, wasn't as fun as it would be if you were with me though."

Six months into your relationship and you still blushed every time the slightest complimentary words delivered from your boyfriend's mouth.

"I know." you whine, holding both of his hands and looking up at him with puppy eyes "But I had to stay back so that I could practice for my debut song."

He grins at your cuteness "Which I can't wait for by the way. I listened to all the songs you sent me."

"Really?" you move to the couch and grab your water bottle.

"Yup." he nods "I still think you should release a full album instead of a mini album though." he honestly states.

"Eh, the company's lenient but not that lenient." you shrug, taking a gulp of your water.

The heat from all the dancing you previously did builds up on you. You remove your top and fan yourself, leaving you in your revealing sports bra.

Jungkook eyes your actions, staring your chest glimmering with sweat. He'd never someone look so hot while sweating. An unexplained feeling grows inside him and he feels himself losing all self control. Without a word, he walks towards you and grabs your wrist. He slams your body against the mirrors, capturing your other wrist and locking both of them above your head.

Surprised by his sudden movement you gasp and he takes the opportunity to crash his mouth upon your open lips. Your lips intertwine with each others, tongues fighting for dominance where he obviously won. He kisses you with such need and passion that you made your knees weak. This was a feeling you could never get sick of.

"Jungkook..."

As much as you wanted this you had to practice. Your debut day was tomorrow and you made it clear Bang PD nim that you were definitely going to practice all day.

His mouth finally parts from yours giving your swollen lips a break. But his other hand keeps working as kisses down your jaw to your neck.

"J-Jungkook...." you pant. He pulls up to lock eyes with you "Do you know how long I've been waiting to touch you like this again?" His dark eyes send shivers down your spine, lust vibrating from his body.

He dips down deeper and attacks your breast with his mouth. Your nipples harden as you moan. Dance practice was no longer what you were thinking about. He lets go of your wrists knowing you're fully under the control of his touch. He grabs the straps of your bra and pulls them down forcefully to get better access to your breasts.

His soft lips suck on your left nipple while his hand massages the other. You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from moaning in fear that anyone outside would hear. A whimper leaves you as Jungkook's teeth tug at your hard nipple.

His mouth leaves your sore nipple to attach itself to your lips again. He squeezes your hips before lifting you up and you wrap yourself around him. Swiftly he moves to the couch with you on his body as you sit down. You straddle his hips as you kiss him roughly, sucking at his plump lips.

Your fingers find the edge of his shirt and lifts it. Jungkook raises his arms as you quickly remove his black shirt and chuck it on the floor. You run your fingertips up and down his abs. He smirks at sight of you admiring his body and pulls you back to kiss.

"Baby.." he says in between kisses.

"Hm?" your too involved in his mouth to pay attention.

"Ride my thighs."

That grabs your attention. Your lips stop moving against his. You pause to look down at him and then down at his thighs. The tight leather material grips his muscle and his meat, making your mouth water.

"I've seen how you can move those hips." he says, biting his lip "Why don't you practice those moves on me?"

His hands rest on your bare thighs, you lean down to kiss his again and start to roll your hips against his. The friction causes Jungkook to groan into your mouth and he squeezes you thighs.

You break the kiss and grip onto his shoulders. You pant as you pick up the pace. Rubbing yourself over his hardened dick repeatedly as you feel yourself starting to become wetter.

"Uh, baby. Faster." he moans, his nails digging into your thighs and forcing you to move quicker. You grab a handful of his hair and grind harder. "Oh Jungkook!"

He smacks your butt as move your groin harshly against his. You feel something building up in your stomach. You feel yourself close to your release until....

......."I looove Jungkook's dick. I wanna eat it, suck it, lick it."

Hoseok's voice sounds from your phone as it vibrates on the couch next to you. "Lollipop! Lollipop! Lol-lol-lollipop!"

"What the fuck?!" You get off Jungkook's thighs abruptly, almost falling in the process, and grab your phone. Your fingers scramble for the silent button. When the disturbing ringtone finally stops you look at Jungkook and gulp.

"Uh, I definitely didn't know that was my ringtone. Hoseok, he uh, he-" you stutter out words for a solid explanation.

Jungkook gets up and takes your hands in his while chuckling sweetly "Babe, chillax. I've been living with Hobi hyung for around several years now. I'm used to the kind of things he does." He smiles gently down at you.

Your body eases and you blow out a breath, chuckling with him. While mentally murdering Hoseok inside your head for interrupting such a great moment, a slow revenge plan forms in your head as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend.

That boy better watch it.

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A/N: LMAO, I would like to apologize to the readers who were generally pissed off about that steamy scene being cut off like that, hehe.

I love Hobi, my baby. Uwu. 😘