Operation Break Jungkook
Stage 2: Have No Mercy
Work hard, tease harder.

[A/N]
Good luck my loves.

Y/N's POV
Sighing in heavy exhaustion, you shove open your apartment door and shuffle inside. School is forking you in the eye, digging into your brain and tearing out huge chunks of your mental state with papers, assignments, and tests. You feel like you've been sloughing through thick swamp waters of schoolwork that drain all your energy and time.

Your apartment is still empty, devoid of life as you've yet to fetch Jungkook from Jimin's apartment.

Jungkook.

That's your bright spot.

A smile creeps over your face as you remember the last week that's passed, along with your random-but-effective passes at the younger man.

You're a hunter, and it's rabbit season.

Every time you smile coyly at him, rest your hand on his upper thigh as you watch a movie together, or kiss heart-wrenchingly close to his lips as you leave for school...

You can practically see the rope of his sanity fraying.

And it's awesome.

He's obviously extremely confused as to why you went from avoiding him like the plague to paying every second of attention you can spare on him.

He doesn't remember what happened the night he got drunk, so your behavior probably seems insanely erratic and inconsistent, but you don't care. It's been so much fun to tease him. You're ready for another round of fun.

Dropping your bag on the couch with a groan, you look around your apartment and brainstorm with a way to mess with your dearest baby bun bun today.

An idea slowly forming in your mind, you bite your lip to force down a smile.

Okay, Y/N. Let's do this.

You strut confidently to the door and burst out of it, any trace of fatigue suddenly gone at the prospect of adding another level to your fun game.

Floating down the hall, you rap your hand twice against Jimin's door and wait for it to open with your hip cocked out to the side, a big grin on your face.

Hoseok opens it, darting out to give you a huge hug.

Hm.

You wonder vaguely where Jimin's hiding.

Even after you verbally tore your friend apart after lending your bunny Soju, which he later informed you was 'happy juice', you forgave him.

The porn?

That was 100% intentional, while the alcohol was meant for you and Jungkook chose to drink it.

Therefore, you chose not to kill Jimin, since he technically wasn't trying to get Jungkook drunk as a skunk. Although, a bit part of the reason you didn't get to kill him is because he confiscated your killer flyswatter after your last conflict.

But even though you've forgiven him, Jimin's still hiding from you.

As you gently return Hoseok's embrace, you snort under your breath at the orange-haired man's cowardice.

You'll deal with him later.

"Hi Hobi," you say lightly, squeezing his thin waist. "How are you?"

Before he can answer, a gruff voice speaks up from behind him. "Hyung, watch out." Hoseok backs away, revealing a broad, dark shadow hovering closely behind him.

Jungkook looks at you with wary, heavy lidded eyes, like you're a dangerous animal that can't be trusted.

Welp. He's not wrong.

"Jungkookie!" You say happily, wrapping your arms tightly around his slender waist and laying your head on his chest. Almost reluctantly, he returns your embrace, his face still tilted to face Hoseok.

"Bye, hyung," he says dismissively, pushing you out the door and kicking it closed in Hoseok's face.

Surprised, you draw back and stare up at him. "Hey, that was so rude! What's wrong?"

Grunting noncommittally as he avoids answering, Jungkook simply tightens his arms around you and walks the two of you backwards in the direction of your apartment.

You huff, giving up, and turn in his arms so you can walk forward. Jungkook releases your waist and follows you, still suspiciously silent.

His attitude is throwing you. Normally a cute, bubbly mess when you pick him up from Jimin's apartment, he's currently stoic and unreadable. The mood makes you hesitate in your plan, unsure if how he'll respond if he responds at all.

You look carefully at his sweet face as the two of you enter your apartment. Those ebony eyes of his are partially closed, almost like he's sleepy, and the line where his full bottom lip meets his thin upper one is straight, neither smiling nor frowning.

So? you reason with yourself. He's still Jungkook. He's still your cute baby bunny. A bad mood won't change how he responds to you.

You decide to plow through with your plan.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" You ask, smiling at his tiny shrug of indifference. "Okay, wait here and pick one then. I'm going to change into my pajamas."

Leaving his strong figure seated in the couch and scrolling through a movie selection, you skip to your room and close the door with an smug grin donning your lips.

Action.

It's there, inside your bedroom, that you dress yourself in something you've never worn before.

Last year for your birthday, your grandmother (convinced it would help you catch a man) bought you a little silky pajama set in black. It consists of skimpy, floaty shorts and a lace-edged tank top with a little bow that rests between your breasts.

It's cute and sexy, and you take your hair down from its ponytail and let it float over your bare shoulders. Checking yourself in the mirror one last time with satisfaction, you creep back into the living room where Jungkook is waiting for you.

The television screen is playing through the movie previews, and you can feel a tingle of nerves shimmy through you. The cool air on your skin reminds you of just how much skin you have on display, but you ignore your slight fear and stride toward the couch.

"What are we watching?" you ask casually, throwing yourself down onto the couch beside Jungkook. Refusing to look at him doesn't stop you from feeling the burning heat of his gaze trail down the length of you.

He sighs. "Iron Man 3."

"Ooh, cool," you reply cheerfully. Both of you go silent, watching the movie with intensity. You forget slightly about your plan as you get drawn into the plot, keeping your gaze locked on the screen. About half way into the movie, you come to your senses and realize that Jungkook's arm is resting along the couch behind you, his eyes not wavering from the screen.

You take the opportunity.

"I'm sleepy," you yawn, and stretch out in the couch, resting your head in Jungkook's lap and wrapping one hand around the muscled mass of one thigh.

He stiffens uncomfortably beneath you, making you smile. This is direct pay back for the time he did a similar thing to you.

You can still remember his big black eyes looking up at you, and his soft voice.

It's feels good when you touch me, Noona. Will you touch me more?

Oh, you can do one up on him.

Turning over, you curl yourself up and face into him, your face pressed gently to his hard stomach. Ever so softly, you place a tiny kiss to his T-shirt-covered abdomen.

Jungkook almost stops breathing. "Noona," he says in a dark voice. "What are you doing?"

"Tired," you say in a fake sleepy voice, pressing another slight kiss to him. You move one hand up to rest on his hip, your thumb slipping under his shirt to burn agains his bare skin.

Shifting under you, you can hear as Jungkook's breathing thickens. His hand leaves the back of the couch to cup your hip, slightly grasping the thin silk material of your shorts and making them ride up even more.

You continue to kiss along his lower stomach, each press of your lips resulting in the hard muscles of him to contract under your lips. The longer you trail kisses along him, the tighter he fists your shorts, until his large hand splays out over your bare thigh.

You edge up his shirt a little and kiss along his burning hot skin.

Abruptly, Jungkook pushes you off of him and stands.

Success.

Your teasing mission for tonight is over and complete. You almost high five yourself in victory, stopping purely because Jungkook's still in the room.

You think he's about to storm off into the bedroom without you, but he turns around instead.

And throws you over his shoulder.

Again.

"Hey!" you shriek, kicking your legs in a sad attempt to throw him off balance. "What are you doing? Let me go!"

This isn't part of your plan.

"You're tired, right?" When Jungkook speaks, his voice is deeper than you've ever heard it before. A low growl echoes  in his words, his usually smooth and melodic voice gone raspy and low. "Then I'm taking you to bed, Noona."

WHAT?

Heart stuck in your throat, you glance at the broad back which you're slung over, speechless.

Does he mean what you think he means?!

You thought he was trying not to mate with you now! You thought he would hold back longer!

Yet...at the same time...

A wave of heat washes over you as you try to imagine his intentions.

Jungkook slinks through the hallway and kicks open your bedroom door, thumping you down onto the bed with a grunt.

Immediately after that, he's on top of you.

Hover over you, one arm braces on either side of your head, you're able to fully see Jungkook's face for the first time.

He's ready.

His eyes are black as night and heavy, a sensual heat glowing like an ember inside. The fullness of his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and his strong black brows are arched in an arrogant tilt. He forces one thigh between yours and leans down, hot breath blowing on your ear.

You gasp.

"Be careful, Y/N," Jungkook sighs hotly. His lips brush the sensitive skin of your earlobe with every heated word, and his hand slides down the length of your leg, raising it to hook around his hip. "All these things you're doing have consequences. Do you really want to find out what they are?"

Yes. "I don't know what you're talking about," you bluff, attempting to keep some tone in your voice so the words don't come out breathy and pathetic. "And I'm your Noona."

You fail.

"That's right. My sweet Noona." With a soft, dark chuckle, Jungkook bites lightly at the love of your ear before suckling at the skin below. The wet heat of his tongue lashes over your skin for a split second, and then it's gone.

Jungkook pulls away from you. He lays down beside you on the bed, and then turns you over so your back is to him. He embraces you from behind, melding his body to yours and curling around you in almost a possessive way.

"I warned you, but you obviously won't listen. Go to sleep, Noona."

WhAT? Go to sleep?

After that?!

He can't be serious.

"You aren't seriously saying that?!" You try to sit up and look at him incredulously, but he doesn't let you.

He spanks you.

Yelping when his hand smacks done on your butt with a soft pop!, you lay back down, frozen in shock.

"I said go to sleep," Jungkook murmurs. His hand gently rubs at your hip, in a comforting way.

You go to sleep still trying to process everything that's happened, tucked into Jungkook's embrace.

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