"You're cute when you're squirming,"

"Wouldn't have to squirm if you knew when to stop," He shrugs, "I like it when you squirm,"

"Why?" I ask leaning back against the chair, "It's cute,"

"I'd squirm a lot more if you just fucked me normally,"

"Well you wanted me to dance for you, and then you wanted me to touch you. I can't do that and fuck you all at the same time"

"Stop making me sound needy..." I pout closing my legs, "Aww but you are," He grins ruffling my hand as he moves to unhand-cuff me.

"Am not,"

"Are too~"

"How am I needy?"

"You know you are, you go all whiney and mushy when you want it,"

"... Doesn't make me needy,"

"It does~"

"Fine, I wont do it then."

"I never said stop," he says as the cuffs come off, "But you're complaining I'm too needy, besides it's embarrassing,"

"I have told you soooo many times~ embarrasment only makes it better,"

"And I have told you soooo many times that for me it's just embarrassing,"

"Oh well, it's hot,"

"Asshole..."

"You know it," He sits on the floor infront of my chair, "Don't you wanna do anything about it?" I pout leaning down to look at him.

"What you mean?" He raises an eyebrow at me, "Are you really fine with being an ass?"

"Well, yeah."

I sigh leaning back in the chair, "I'm not begging you for anything ever again,"

"Sure about that?" He stands on his knees his hands leaning either side of my legs on the chair.

"Yes. Unless you magically become a better person," He leans his face closer to mine "I'm an ok person already,"

"But you're also an asshole, you said it yourself,"

"Yeah I am. So what?"

"So I don't wanna do what assholes want me to do,"

"But you still do anyway, or you wouldn't be here right now. Would you?"

"Didn't realize you were an asshole until a few seconds ago so doesn't count,"

"Does to." He pecks my lips, I push him away, "Why do you want to be an asshole?"

He sits back on the floor "I dont want to be. I just am,"

"You don't have to be, you could be nice to people if you wanted to,"

"But whats the fun in that?

"I'd do whatever you want?"

"You do that anyway"

"But I had limits and I'm not doing anything for you anymore,"

"Fine," He says with a huff, "As in you're gonna do it?"

"As in whatever," he crosses his arms, I sigh sadly, crossing my ankles before looking him in the eye.

He sighs drawing a circle on my shin, "Am I really asking for that much?" I mutter quietly.

"I can't just change. I am how I am..."

"I only want you to care how I feel about the shit you do to me, not asking for a brain transplant,"

"I do care. If I didnt we wouldn't have a safe word,"

"If you care why are you an asshole? Are you just saying it so you can fuck me?"

"No I'm not. You are just overreacting,"

"How am I overreacting? For all I know what I'm saying is true,"

"I'm not lying to you. I don't lie to fuck people. I be sexy and alluring to fuck people,"

"Why would you care about me? Im just a fuck buddy to you,"

"Yeah you are. doesn't mean I don't care"

"Means I'm replaceable..."

"Everyone is replaceable even me,"

"Not to me," He runs his fingers through his hair with a sigh, "Why you gotta be so sensitive?"

"Because I don't like the idea of being used as a sex toy by someone I like,"

"Well that's the whole point of sex with not strings attached,"

"And what if I want strings attached?"

"Too bad," He says quietly as though he was unsure, I sigh stepping around him to grab my clothes, "I'm leaving,"

He gets up from the floor "Oh com' on Kookie," He says with a groan.

"What? You fucked me already, no point staying and getting my hopes up just for you to crush them,"

"Com' on stop trying to paint me as some kind of monster. It's not like you get nothing out of this,"

"No, we both get nothing. I said I wanted a girlfriend remember? Not a fuckbuddy,"

"Then why do you keep coming back. Huh? You're obviously not straight for the amount weve done, the amount you've enjoyed,"

"I want a boyfriend dickhead,"

"Then why are you hanging around me? I told you i'm not into that sorta thing,"

"Because I had some dumbass hope that you might change. You're all I've got,"

"Youve got Jimin. The only reason you have no one is because you allow yourself to be controlled."

"By you and Namjoon, because I thought you might've actually been good people,"

"I don't control you" he says in a raised voice.

"I'm going." I repeat quietly, walking towards the door.

He sighs "For fuck sake... Jungkook wait," He takes hold of my wrist. I flinch trying to pull my arm back, "Why!?"

"Because I dont want you to go. Not when the likely hood is that you wont come back. Please."

"You'll throw me out eventually anyway, fuckbuddies dont last forever,"

"So you wanna end this?"

"No, I'm just scared of when you do."

"Well I'm not planning on it,"

"But you will, and when you do I'll be alone again. Just me and Namjoon, forever,"

"I won't. Even if we end it sexually I won't not be your friend,"

"... Promise?"

"Yes. For fuck sake I'm not heartless,"

"Everyone else is..." I mutter, awkwardly stepping foward to hug his neck, He hugs around my waist with a sigh.

♡

I sit with my starbucks waiting for Jimin to show up.

I look at him through the window as he makes his way around the shop, he grins at me "Kookie~ Hi~"

I smile hugging him happily, "It's been too long~"

"I know. Last time i say you you were wasted," He chuckles sitting across from me.

"It was fun, but it's nice to see you whilst sober,"

"I know. I've missed you so much,"

"Really? Even after what I did?"

"I didn't blame you. Namjoon however. That's who gets my blame."

"Yeah... He tricked me, but you never got to tell me what the job offer was?"

"I was afraid you'd be ashamed of me,"

"It's a job in dance isn't it? Not like it's drug dealing,"

"Yeah it's in dancing but I was still embarrassed,"

"You think I wouldn't have taken it even if I could then?"

"Well, if you must know.... I'm a stripper,"

"... I rejected my dream job...?" I frown staring down at the table, "I'm sorry..." He mumbles.

"Not your fault... Nothing I can do about it now anyway,"

"You could always apply for it again,"

I snicker leaning my head in my hand, "Sure. If I wanna apply as a bloody noodle, Tae probably told you how dumb I look,"

"But you can still dance though. Taehyung showed me the video of you dancing while drunk,"

"Video? When I danced he said it was 'ok'" I pout remembering the times he's insulted my dancing.

"Aww he was being modest. Cute."

"What do you mean?"

"He never gives people direct compliments. He goes shy and says it's 'ok' or 'fine' or 'acceptable' "

"I dont trust that I'm good, I can't practice or anything,"

"You could always practice with me,"

"How?"

"Just call me and go to mine,"

"I'll think about it,"