Hunting through your purse, you pulled out your compact mirror. You scanned your face and touched up your makeup quickly. Brushing your hair back and stuffing your compact back into your bag when you saw Jimin in the distance. Your friends were blowing up your phone trying to find out where you disappeared to but you ignored them. You had no excuse right now. 

You took a deep breath as you watched him approach you. You chewed the inside of your cheek and felt your heartbeat accelerating as he got closer.

Tears suddenly started to pool in your eyes again and you looked down at your lap, trying to control your breathing.

You felt embarrassed for having a meltdown and calling Jimin. But he was the closest person to Jungkook.

Jimin approached you with a gentle smile. He thought you had called him to hang out. He hoped you finally came to your senses and realized you wanted to let him fuck you too. But the closer he got, he realized something was wrong.

His smile faded and a frown spread across his face. Were you crying? 

"Y/N... are you okay?"

JImin took a deep breath, hesitantly sitting next to you on the bench. He looked down and saw your shopping bags on the ground. He picked them up and dusted them off before placing them on the table.

Normally Jimin had all the answers but today he was at a loss for words.

He stared at you, a pained expression on his face before he said fuck it and slid closer to you, arms closing around your frame and tugging you against his chest. 

He wasn't sure why you called him over Jungkook in the first place but he was glad because Jungkook was at home in pieces himself. 

Obviously something was wrong. What happened that you chose to call him? Did you catch Jungkook with another girl? Were you here asking him for rebound sex? 

He tried to think and it didn't take him long to put the pieces together and figure out you must have found out about what Jungkook has been hiding from you all these months. It was either that or he actually did sleep with someone else. 

You tensed up as you felt his arms wrap around you. You caught a sniff of his scent and you relaxed considerably. 

Jimin smelled like fresh laundry and oranges.

It was heavenly. 

But you loved Jungkook's scent more. Jungkook smelled like wood and the earth. It reminded you of home. His scent gave you a sort of calming feeling you couldn't decribe. 

"Jimin, I know you guys are Bangbros." You whispered as you sniffled.  

Jimin tried not to laugh, biting over his lip, "It's Bangtan, Y/N." 

"Who cares." You mumbled, head hanging. 

Jimin's cheek was pressed against your hair as he spoke, a gentle hand rubbing your back, "I'm sorry, Y/N. You weren't supposed to find out this way."

You buried your face into Jimin's chest. Your face hiding in shame as you teared up again. You wished you had called Jungkook instead but you didn't know how to face him without being angry.

You couldn't believe you were crying over this. Shouldn't you be happy? You landed an international superstar. You should be proud of yourself. Most people dream of this happening to them. Right? 

No. You weren't happy in the slightest. There was no pride in this. 

You were terrified. Not for yourself. But for Jungkook. Did he realize what shit he just got into?

You now wished he was a mafia leader. Or lied and told you he was. That would make more sense.

You sniffled and pulled away from Jimin, eyes falling back into your lap as you wiped your eyes,

"Why didn't he tell me, Jimin?"

Jimin looked down at you, a soft sigh leaving his lips. He reached up hesitantly and sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Your hair was so soft. He wanted to bury his hands in it. He really had to restrain himself from doing something you didn't want him to.

Jimin stared at you, biting over his lower lip.

He had no words to say. No sly retort. No flirtatious remark.

He swallowed hard when he thought back to his little Jungkookie at home. After they left you at the house to sleep, Jungkook had a full on breakdown in the car. Like an actual snot nosed, tears pouring breakdown.

He was a complete mess.

Is this what love does to people? If that was the case, Jimin would rather be single forever.

Jimin sighed, reaching up and brushing his gentle fingers through your hair as he spoke, "He wanted to, Y/N. You don't even know how bad he did. You don't understand right now but it's not like we could just go "hey everyone, this is who I am"  but I get it... you deserve to be angry, Y/N. He didn't tell you. We didn't tell you. But at the same time, it's not an easy thing to say. He's at home right now in pieces because he still doesn't know how to tell you."

Your eyes finally met Jimin's. His fingers thread lightly through your hair and you leaned into his touch.

"I don't know what to do, Jimin. I'm scared."

"I'm sure you both will figure out, Y/N. This can't be the end. You don't know how crazy Jungkookie is about you." Jimin sighed out softly, his beautiful feline eyes burning into yours, 

"You need to talk to him, Y/N."

You looked away as you listened to him, chewing over your lip before mumbling, "I don't know how I let this happen. I really fucked up, didn't I." You whispered more to yourself than him.

"Hey.. look at me." Jimin mumbled, his slender finger moving under your chin, turning your face to his. "I know something that would make you feel better."

You looked at him as he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a vape pen, "Wanna take a hit? It would really help you to relax." He tried to smile at you and you shook your head,

"No."

"How about this?" He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a carton of imported cigarettes.

"Do you have an entire corner store in there?" You narrowed your eyes at his Louis Vuitton jacket and then at the cigarettes in his hand.

It's been years since you had a smoke. You weren't a heavy smoker in the slightest. You only smoked once or twice in a blue moon when you were stressed.

You hesitated before shaking your head,

"No."

"Come on. We can share it." He smiled and took one out of the pack, digging in his pocket for a lighter. "I'll go first." He gave you a dazzling smile, placing the cigarette between his lips.

How did he look so good having a piece of death in his mouth?

You watched him and then blushed intensely. You felt embarrassed. As if you were both teenagers sharing your first cigarette that you stole out of your mom's purse. You really didn't want to talk to Jimin. Jungkook warned you to stay away from him. He still made you feel awkward but being with him right now and having him comfort you made you realize he wasn't a bad guy at all.

Did he have bad intentions? Yes. Sometimes. But so far he didn't try anything. He was nice to you. You felt as though you could get along well with him.

You watched him light the end of the cigarette and inhale it deeply before pulling back and blowing the smoke out away from the two of you. 

You couldn't lie.. it was kind of hot. He seemed so sweet and cuddly. But he was actually a little devilish. 

Jimin smiled at you, passing the cigarette to you,

"Your turn, Y/N." 

You blinked at him then you stared at the stupid cancer stick in his fingers. The temptation was strong. You clenched your jaw before taking the cigarette from him and putting it between your lips.

Fuck it.

You inhaled the smoke, letting it fill up your lungs. You suddenly felt light headed. It had been years... years... it wasn't a good habit to have but it was something you picked up from hanging out with the girls at the club. Obviously these things weren't good for you.

But again, fuck it.

You blew the smoke out before inhaling it again, passing it back to Jimin after.

You immediately felt calmer.

Jimin stared at you, cheeks puffing up lightly as his eyes trailed down to your lips. He stayed silent before taking the cigarette back from you, flicking the ash off the end before putting it between his beautiful rosy lips.

You both finished the cigarette without talking and you sighed, reaching up to feel over your warm cheeks.

"Feel better?" Jimin looked at you, reaching up and fixing your hair.

"Better." Your eyes met his, breath hitching in your throat as you looked at him.

He was really pretty. Too pretty.

His face in that LED promotion flashed into your mind and you looked away from his gaze, cheeks burning.

Jimin looked back at you until you turned away. He licked over his lower lip.

You looked ravishing. He didn't want to stare but he couldn't stop himself. His eyes trailed over your face then glanced down to your chest that he could see under your jacket. The white Nike tights you wore accentuated your thighs. He felt his inside clench and he had to get rid of his thoughts as fast as they entered his mind. 

His gaze trailed back to your face and he hummed quietly. He admired you. Your cheeks were stained a beautiful coral colour. Eyes red from crying. The tip of your nose a light pink. The wind blew your hair back and the scent of your perfume and shampoo hit him like a truck.

No wonder Jungkook was hopelessly in love with you.

Being up close and personal with you gave him a good look at your face. You were gorgeous. You had striking features. 

And those eyes. Those fucking eyes.

Jimin had to fight everything in him not to try and kiss you.

But the curiosity about if your lips were as soft as they looked flooded his mind.

He needed to find out.

"Y/N.." Jimin mumbled, looking at you.

You looked back at Jimin and he leaned in, fingers moving from your hair to your cheek, delicate fingers brushing over your skin.

You inhaled shakily as he leaned into you closer. Your eyelashes fluttered, heart thumping wildly in your throat. Your lips parted as Jimin held your face in his hands.

What are you doing, Y/N?  You love Jungkook.

You leaned in to him closer, your lips and his barely touching. His eyes were lidded, about to close the space between to two of you before you suddenly jabbed your finger into his chest, pushing him back,

"Don't even think of it, fucker." You grumbled.

"I'm sorry." Jimin pulled back quickly and looked at you, taking a breath

"You're so beautiful, Y/N. Now I know why Jungkook loves you so much."

Your heart fell to your stomach, eyes piercing into Jimin's,

"Love?"

"Don't act surprised, Y/N."

You weren't surprised. You were relieved.

You sighed, chewing the inside of your cheek again before looking at Jimin,

"I need to see him."

"I'll take you." He smiled at you, beginning to stand.

You tried to get up too but wobbled. Jimin noticed and reached out, arm shaking around your waist and holding you against his side, grabbing your shopping bags and holding them for you too.

"Don't try anything with me today. I have no energy to run from you, Jiminie." You warned him, leaning into him and wrapping your arm around his for support.

"I'll try not to, Y/N." Jimin winked playfully at you and you rolled your eyes at him.

"There she is. That's the eye roll I know." He smiled as he opened the car door for you.

He helped you into his car and even strapped your seatbelt on for you.

You studied his face as he leaned over to put your seatbelt on. He was basically flawless. Fair skinned and pink cheeked. Gorgeous silver hair pushed back to reveal a full hairline and thick brows. He was so gentle and moved more like he was floating than walking.

He looked so soft. He was absolutely breathtaking.

But again, he wasn't Jungkook.

Jungkook was breathtaking too. But in a different way. He was hard. Every part of him was muscle. But he had a charmingly boyish look to him. He gave you boy next door vibes. Someone that you would be peeking at through your window while he washed his car type. You loved that. He chiseled to perfection. You couldn't even begin to describe in words how attractive Jungkook was to you. You've never felt such a strong, physical and emotional attraction to anyone before. 

You were stuck in your trance and didn't notice Jimin already got into the car with you, 

"Are you okay?"

His voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you inhaled sharply. You nodded wordlessly, head tilting back and resting against the seat.

Jimin started the car and began driving. He was quiet. A million thoughts were running through his mind. He didn't get a chance to tell the guys he was coming to meet you and he didn't tell them he was bringing you back home either.

Either way shit was about to happen.

Jimin drove in silence for a moment before muttering as he got to a red light, "So, what are you going to say to him?" 

You sighed, eyes opening and flickering to Jimin's gaze on you, 

"Probably punch him in the face." You nodded before looking down at your lap, smoothing your fingers over your tights before exhaling quietly, 

"I'm going to forgive him." 

"Forgiveness is a big step, Y/N." Jimin nodded, delicate fingers drumming against the steering wheel as his eyes went to the road when he began to drive again as he started to speak, 

"You know Jungkook has never had a serious relationship before. It's been just us forever.  We all practically raised him. I know it's hard to wrap your head around it, but we're his family. It's always been just us... Bangtan. For as long as I can remember. All I'm saying is although he's a grown man... he's still a little boy. Sometimes we forget he's in his mid-twenties already." He took a breath, looking over at you once the car came to a stop in the driveway, 

"If you say you're going to forgive him. Really forgive him... because I have no fucking idea what's going to become of him if he loses you and that freaks me out. I don't want to freak you out either. You seem like a girl with a level head on her shoulders but I'm just telling you... Jungkook is in deeeep." Jimin nodded, taking his seatbelt off. 

You listened closely to him speak. When he wasn't being a total pervert, he was very articulate with his words. He spoke freely and truthfully. And his voice was like an angel's. So calm and reassuring. He would be a great mediator. He didn't speak to you as if you were some dumb girl in love. He spoke to you with earnesty. He didn't want his friend to be hurt so he hoped you would make the right decision. 

"You know, Jimin... if you weren't such a horndog all the time... we'd probably be good friends." You nodded as you slid out of the car, taking your shopping bags from him with a small smile. 

"If we weren't leaving in two days, I'd take you out for dinner and show you how great of a friend I am." Jimin gave you a beautiful smile, his eyes creasing into half moons as his cheeks rose, "Maybe when you come to Korea one day?"

You weren't even sure if he was trying to be sexual or not anymore.

"Maybe." You simply nodded before looking at the front door as you walked up the porch steps. You hesitated, suddenly feeling nervous. Your heart beat started to rise, the heat creeping up your neck again. You felt as if you couldn't breathe. 

This was a bad idea. 

"It's okay, Y/N. You can do it." Jimin encouraged you, turning around to give you a reassuring smile before he opened the door. 

You took a deep breath and walked into the house behind Jimin. 

No going back now, Y/N. 

You halted in your steps when five faces turned around to look at you from the living room as you stood awkwardly by the door. 

Clearly they weren't expecting company from the way they were all sprawled out on the floor and couch.

You shifted on your feet, fumbling with your bags. You didn't take your shoes off because you hoped Jungkook wasn't home and you'd have to leave. You blushed furiously, not knowing who or where to look at so you stared at the wall above their heads, 

"H-Hi... My name is Y/N... Is Jungkook home?" Your face burned in humliation. You felt so exposed under their gazes. You hoped the ceiling would break open and suck you out into the air.

A beautiful, warm skinned man cleared his throat and stood up from the couch. He was tall. Taller than Jungkook. Long legged, muscular and oh so handsome. He smiled warmly at you as he approached you, taking your hand in his. His palm was warm and comforting. His deep set dimples greeting you as he smiled. 

He was gorgeous. 

"Hi, Y/N. My name is Namjoon. It's great to finally meet you. We've heard really good things about you. I believe Jungkook is in his room. I'll go grab him, okay? Hang on." He gave you another smile as he patted your hand. 

You felt your stomach twist. 

Your cheeks blushed a deep red as he looked at you. He spoke with such a fondness that you would think he had known you your entire life. Everything he said sounded intelligent. You felt like a toddler who's teacher was showing them how to tie their shoes. His politeness made you feel flustered. His sharp eyes gazed into yours as if you were the only person in the room.  

You nodded dumbly at him before forcing a smile, not being able to form words. Silently hoping he didn't feel how clammy your hands were. 

You watched him disappear up the stairs and you looked down at the floor, trying to avoid the gazes of the others. 

Please ground... cave in on me. Please? 

"Hey, Y/N, right? Y/N, come take a seat over here." A fair skinned one with platinum blonde hair beckoned you to him, patting the seat on the couch next to him. His voice was raspy but friendly. His expression was stoic and aloof. He was handsome. He looked like he belonged in a mythology novel. 

"I-I'm fine.. thanks." 

"I doubt she would like to sit next to you, hyung. You're going to scare her." Another voice came from the floor. Your eyes glanced to him. You remembered this one from the first night you slept with Jungkook. His skin was like honey. Voice deep but alluring. He looked like a prince. He smiled at you and you looked away shyly, swallowing thickly. 

"She's so shy." You heard someone say. You wanted to retort but when you looked in the direction of who spoke, your heart stopped. He laid on his side on the floor, head propped up in his hand as he smiled at you. His smile was so bright and lovely, it made your skin erupt in goosebumps. A brown haired and beautiful man. 

"Don't be shy, Y/N. You know me and Jimin, come take a seat with us. Looks like Namjoon got lost up there or something." You remembered this one too. He was with Jimin and Jungkook at the club the night you met Jungkook again. You had nothing to say about him except for ethereal. He looked like royalty. 

"Um.. you know what... I think I'll just call him.. maybe he's busy." You exhaled quickly. You felt as though your skin was on fire. You turned around on your heels to grab the door handle before you heard Jimin, 

"Remember what we talked about Y/N..." You felt his stare in your back and you sighed, eyes closing for a second before you turned around. 

Namjoon came down the steps with a disappointed smile on his lips. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N. He won't come out of his room. He thinks I'm tricking him. You'll have to go up there." He smiled, bowing his head at you lightly. 

You nodded, glancing at Namjoon's face then to the living room. You felt naked as they stared at you. You gulped, fingers clutching tighter around your shopping bags that you forgot you were even holding. Your gaze landed on Jimin and he nodded at you, giving you a gentle smile. 

You took a deep breath and nodded to him before setting your bags down neatly by the door and sliding out of your sneakers. You could feel their stares on your every move. You trembled as you turned to face them, putting a smile on your face, 

"Right.. Um.. thank you and nice to meet you all.. I'm sorry we had to meet this way." You nodded, forcing yourself to smile a little wider before you straightened your back and crossed through the living room to the staircase. 

You felt their eyes on you as you walked past them. Their gazes trailing over every single part of you as you walked. You kept your head held high, never looking back as you disappeared up the stairs. 

After you disappeared, they all let out a sigh of relief before Yoongi mumbled, 

"She's hot. Do you blame Jungkook for being crazy?" 

"I fucking know." Seokjin fanned himself. 

"Way too hot." Taehyung and Hoseok agreed. 

"Too hot for Jungkook." Mumbled Jimin in the corner. 

"Alright settle down, guys. She's not a piece of meat." Namjoon mumbled as he sat down, rubbing his forehead. 

"Told you we should of run a train on her." Jimin blurted out. 

Everyone turned to look at Jimin before Taehyung reached over and slapped him in the head. 

"Shut up." 

... 

You took a deep breath as you got to Jungkook's bedroom door before pushing it open slowly, 

"J.K?" You mumbled, peeking into his room. 

Jungkook was sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard. He turned instantly to look at you once he heard your voice. Almost giving himself whiplash. His lips parted as he took you in. Eyes trailing from your cute socks up to your face. 

Seeing you made his heart swell. He missed you so much. He had spent the whole day trying to figure out how he would tell you about his career. Trying to prepare himself for imminent heartbreak. 

"Hey, babe." He mumbled, voiced strained from his earlier breakdown. His eyes diverted from your gaze, lips pressing into a line, "So Namjoon hyung wasn't lying to me, huh?" 

"No, he wasn't lying." You tried to smile, sliding into the room and shutting the door behind you. You leaned back against the door, your hands clasping tightly in front of you as you looked at him, 

"Jungkook, we need to talk." 

Here it goes. He thought to himself. 

He nodded, and turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed as you stood in front of him. 

You inhaled deeply, tugging nervously at your jacket sleeves before moving your hair back. You looked at him, taking in his appearance. His head hung low. Eyes puffy and cheeks pink. He played with the hem of his loose t-shirt that hung low on his shoulders. 

This was the boy Jimin was talking about. 

"Jungkook, I know you're in that group The Bangboys." You nodded, arms crossing over your chest as you stared at him. 

He finally looked up at you, eyes rimmed lightly with tears. His pierced eyebrow raised as he looked at you, "The what?" 

"The bangbrothers.. bangsomething--" 

"Just say Bangtan or BTS, babe. Please." Jungkook wanted to laugh. Even when you were trying to be serious you were adorable. 

He loved you so much. 

"Sorry. That's what I meant to say.." You sighed, swallowing thickly before speaking, 

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

Jungkook had no answer. He looked away again, jaw clenching as he spoke, "I didn't know what to say." 

"How about... Hey Y/N.. I'm a singer. The end." You blinked at him, "That's all you had to say, Jungkook." 

"It's not that easy." 

You shifted on your feet. Your arms that were folded across your chest were now wrapped around yourself. You hugged yourself, trying to find the words to say. 

"You should of told me, Jungkook. You should of said something sooner. Write it on a paper. Send me a text. Something." 

"Why, so you could run away?" 

"Who said I was going to run away?" 

"Eventually you will." 

You took a deep breath. Your composure was breaking. Your lips trembled and you stepped back, eyes diverting to the floor. 

You couldn't fight him. You couldn't be angry with him. You just wanted to him to hold you and tell you everything would be okay. 

But this was far from okay. 

"You made me fall in love with you, Jungkook. You made me break all the rules I've ever known. And now this bomb is dropped on me -- That I had to find out on my own in the middle of the mall, by the way. What do you expect me to do? What do you want me to say?" You inhaled shakily, your heart thumping in your ears, "Why.. why would you make me love you?" You crumbled, voice cracking as tears filled your eyes. You looked away, covering your mouth before mumbling, "I want to leave and never look back but I can't. I just can't." You shook your head as a sob threatened to escape your throat. 

Jungkook's eyes went to you as he listened to you. His jaw flexed as he watched you break in front of him. He felt glued to the bed. His limbs heavy as bricks. But he stood up and walked over to you, arms wrapping around you and crushing you against his chest. He shushed you, burying your face in his chest as he backed up to the bed. He sat down with you in his lap as you cried, arms enveloping you against him, 

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He mumbled, eyes closing. He didn't realize how this would effect you. He truly did not think you would react this way. Most people would be over the moon if they found out they were fucking a celebrity. 

Here he was having a breakdown because he thought you would hate him for hiding it from you and here you were breaking down because you loved him. 

What were you so scared of? 

"Look at me, Y/N." Jungkook whispered, trying to peek down at you and you shook your head. You buried your face more into his chest. His familiar clean scent mixing with his woody cologne comforted you. 

You felt so at ease in his arms. As if nothing could hurt you. You forgot why you were mad in the first place. You didn't want to move. 

"Come on, baby. Look at me, please?" Jungkook's voice was pained as he spoke. Lips pressing into your hair as he tried to get you to look at him. 

You sniffled and pulled back, staring up at him with teary eyes. 

"What?" 

Jungkook sighed, reaching up and caressing the back of his hand over your cheek. He stared at you, feeling a lump form in his throat. 

Were you going to leave him? Was this the end? What would he have to do to get you to stay with him? 

"Tell me why we can't work, Y/N." He whispered quietly. 

You looked up at him, his lovely chocolate eyes full of sadness and anticipation. You looked away, inhaling a deep, shaky breath before swallowing hard, 

"Your face is everywhere, Jungkook. How would that work? When people find out about me.. what are they gonna say? You'll probably have to go into hiding when they find out you're fucking a stripper. You don't deserve that. How hard did you work to get to where you are now?" Your voice sounded disgusted with yourself. 

Jungkook looked away when you spoke about yourself as if you were some piece of garbage. His lips pressed in a line before he looked back at you, 

"Who's going to know about us if we don't let ourselves be seen?" 

You stared right at him before answering, "I'm not going to let you ruin your career for something that was only supposed to be a one time thing."

"Is that what you think you are?" Jungkook was angry now, his dark eyes burning into yours as he turned your face to him, hand under your chin and forcing you look at him, "You think you're just something I wanted to have one time, Y/N?" He inhaled sharply as he spoke, his freehand gripping onto your waist. 

"The second I saw you I knew I wanted you for life." 

Your stomach did a flip. His hand cupped your chin as he looked at you and you swallowed hard. He had a good grip on you and you couldn't move as he continued to talk, 

"So, who fucking cares about what you did to get by. You made a fortune as a stripper and now you're using that to put yourself school to make something of yourself. Do I look like I give a damn that you were a stripper? I know who I fell in love with and that's you." 

His stare was intense as he spoke. You could see him struggling to speak. This wasn't a practiced speech. He was saying everything he felt the same way he tried to do those many times when he was fucking you.

Why didn't you let him tell you sooner? 

You tried to look away and he didn't let you. His grasp tightening as he continued, 

"You know who I fell in love with? The dork who can't anyone's name right. The lady who always knows what she wants and doesn't stop until she gets it. Someone that can kick my ass when we play games and drink with me without giving a shit. Someone that's my friend before anything else. I've never had that. Ever. And I want it.. I want it with you, Y/N." His voice shook, all his feelings coming out at once, 

"I stopped giving a fuck a long time ago and that's how I fell in love with you. By not giving a fuck and letting myself fall. Is it going to come back and bite me in the ass later? Maybe but fuck it." Jungkook breathed before letting go of your chin. 

You looked down at your lap, biting over your lower lip. You were quiet for a long moment, heart thumping so hard your body felt like it was vibrating. 

You took a deep breath before finally looking at Jungkook, fingers reaching for his face and turning his gaze to yours, 

"Fuck me." 

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A/N shits about to get hot in hur