"YOU'LL MISS ME."

"I'm sure I can survive a week without your annoying ass following me around," Jungkook scoffed, taking a sip on his steaming americano, the hot air amplified by the cold breeze of winter. 

He and Neva had been waiting for the final lecture of their day, one of the few that they shared. They never sat together in class, but they always arrived together, and she always waited for him by the door as the class dispersed at the end.

She was going to be heading home for Christmas a week earlier than Jungkook, completing her last couple of classes remotely. He wasn't surprised by this, in fact, he had been expecting it. Her mothers birthday fell in early December, and he knew that she wouldn't have wanted to miss it.

"You're the one who's obsessed with me," Neva flirted.

"That's simply not true."

"Liar."

Though they hadn't explicitly discussed what had transpired between them the week before, there had definitely been a shift. Not an unwelcome one, but one that wasn't very easy to distinguish, either.

Beneath the table, Jungkook's knee was knocking against Neva's. It was a simple touch. One that she loved far more than she would like to admit.

That in itself was troubling for Neva.

Somewhere between the seething anger she had felt towards him and the sheets of her bed that they had gotten tangled in, she had almost forgotten that he had broken her heart.

In fact, no, a mere broken heart was excusable. What he had done to her was inexcusable. It was cruel and it was callous and it had fucked her up for a long time.

Looking at him now, pale hair casually falling over his eyes while a sweet smile dusted his cheeks, Neva couldn't help but be reminded of him as he had been before; hair dark, eyes unapologetic, belt undone.

She'd ran so fast that night -the night she caught him cheating - that she felt like she could have vomited a lung. 

He was both exactly the same and entirely different, and Neva was struggling with that acknowledgement. Perhaps she'd been blinded by the bleach blonde hair, or maybe she just found comfort in an old routine; either way she knew she'd have to confront the situation soon.

"What time is your train?" Jungkook queried, ignorant of her troublesome thoughts, as they wandered on down to their lecture hall.

"Midday," she said plainly. She had wanted to sleep in, and wasn't sure if they'd be going out the night before or not.

"I'll walk you to the station," he mumbled, as she adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder, only for him to take it from her. "You'd never be able to manage all the bags."

"I'll be fine," she protested. She was a big girl. She could look after herself - even if Jungkook was now carrying her bag because her dainty shoulders were struggling with just one.

"I'll be going that way, any way," he assured her, not letting her debate it further as they greeted some of their friends outside the lecture hall.

Their lives seemed to be merging once more; his friends becoming hers and vice versa. They went to the same parties, frequented the same bars. In fact, most nights out started with the four neighbours all pre-drinking together, with Tae and Lucy occasionally tagging along for good measure.

Acknowledging this scared them both, so, like the sensible adults they were, they simply chose to pretend it wasn't happening.

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The day rolled into night, and before she knew it, Neva was in her room trying to find one of her favourite shirts which had fallen down the side of her bed.

"Are you sure you aren't coming?" Cassie double-checked, applying one final layer of mascara to her already thick lashes. She looked gorgeous; an aqua blue sequined mini dress wrapped around her slender body. Hair curled and heels on, she was a million bucks personified.

"Wish I could," Neva groaned, currently sorting through a pile of clothes large enough to dress an entire army. 

Having got so caught up with end of term deadlines and squeezing in socialising whenever she could, packing to go home hadn't really been her priority. Now with only 15 hours until her train departed, and with sleep to catch, Neva was racing against the clock.

She'd had a couple of drinks with Cassie and the boys, but retired early to finish off packing. The buzz of a couple of vodka cokes had sped her up a little bit, but she was still behind schedule. 

"Won't be the same without you," Cassie pouted. 

Her attention was diverted by the clash of knuckles against the door, knocking here there and everywhere for dramatic effect.

As she was closest, Neva opened the door, only for a slightly (ahem, incredibly) intoxicated Jimin to stumble through it. 

"Sorry, Neve," he giggled, having taken to dropping the 'a' off the end of her name. She quite liked it. "Cassie, c'mon, you look great."

Cassie shot him a playful glare, knowing he was only saying that because the taxi was already waiting for them. 

Stood in the hallway, playing it as cool as he could with a drunken grin that he was biting down on, Jungkook looked like a bush baby. His wide eyes were glossy from the alcohol, and the way he was nibbling on his lips had made them almost invisible - until he couldn't help but grin at Neva with all of his teeth.

Yep, she thought. He's wasted.

"You need water," she said with a fond smile.

"And you need to come out with us tonight."

"Not happening."

"Then nor is the water."

"Suit yourself, you'll only have yourself to blame in the morning," she raised her brows playfully, knowing that without water, he'd feel like dehydrated worm in the morning. 

"I'll blame you," he asserted, a faux strop masquerading his happiness, before continuing. "'Cause I'll have to get absolutely trashed to survive that club without you."

"Oh, cry me a river," Neva laughed, knowing he would be fine. "You've done it a hundred times before."

Pouting, he protested. "And I drank myself silly each and every one of them."

"Are you coming, Neve?" Jimin asked, as he and Cassie staggered towards the door.

Jungkook and Neva spoke in unison, though their responses couldn't have been more different.

"You know the answer to that."

"Yes, she is."

Jimin's head flicked between them like a confused owl. 

"No," Neva laughed. "I have things to do!"

"You're no fun," Cassie pouted, but only because she really wanted her friend by her side. 

"I'll make up for it on our first night out in the new year, alright?" Neva bargained, which seemed to work, as they set off into the night. Jungkook turned, casting her a lingering look. She couldn't quite read it, but she didn't want to. She enjoyed the mystery that he projected.

Sighing, she set about sorting through her laundry. She'd planned on washing everything before she left, but had underestimated just how many outfits she had gotten through in the last week. Her sheets also needed a wash, which was bound to set her back. Groaning, she sat on her bed a little defeated. 

She envied Jungkook, knowing that his bag would have already been packed a week in advanced. He was meticulous, well-prepared, and rarely ever did he leave things disorganised. 

Flicking her TV on in a bid to settle her mind, Neva started playing the jellyfish live stream that Jungkook had put on last week. Secretly, she'd been doing it a lot lately. It calmed her.

Almost as if she had summoned the jellyfish overlord himself, there was a knock at Neva's door. It was less of a knock and more of a tap; the tip of a nail clicking against wood. A secret knock that only two people knew; a code word, a puzzle for those who didn't have the matching piece. 

Neva hadn't been expecting to see him again so soon. 

His head was tilted downwards ever so slightly, his eyes peaking through strands of blonde hair which had fallen out of place. Angled in such a way that it seemed like he was looking up at her - which was ridiculous given her stature compared to his - Jungkook appeared sheepish.

"I forgot something," he said quietly, his voice all but a dulcet purr. 

Neva stepped backwards, opening up access to her room, and Jungkook crossed the threshold. 

She clicked the door shut, turning to face him. In the centre of the room, he was the main attraction, spinning on his heel with a little less grace than usual, thanks to the alcohol in his system.

"Better find it, then," Neva's voice almost trembled. 

Like a hunter, his eyes were locked dead centre on his prey. He had found what he was looking for; all that was left to do was pounce.

Dark and sinful, she could feel his gaze burn into her like a stick of dynamite with a string wick.

Jungkook stepped closer; the flame travelling up with wick with speed.

His hand cupped her cheek. Tick.

She grabbed onto the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. Tick.

His lips were on hers. Boom.

Jungkooks lips were firm, just as they always had been, pressing into Neva's pillowy lips with just the right amount of pressure. His teeth knicked them ever so slightly, but she didn't mind.

He pulled her in closer, a hand on either side of her face, the kiss as deep as he could possibly make it. Slipping his tongue tenderly into her mouth, he found himself obsessed with the sensation. He pressed himself against her, Neva's back flat against the door as she moved her hands around to his back, making sure the gap between them ceased to appear. 

The closeness they shared was akin to velcro; two polar opposites formulated perfectly to meld into one another. They had no desire to be apart. 

Jungkook grunted slightly as her hands dipped, now flat against his ass. She could feel him; hard against her stomach.

A smile graced her lips, and Jungkook was obsessed with the way her happiness felt against him. He reciprocated, smiling into their kiss with a small chuckle.

"Found it yet?" She whispered.

Nuzzling against her nose gently, Jungkook began to pepper her face with tiny pecks. A kiss on her cheek, her temple, her jaw; it was free real estate and Jungkook felt like building a house. Eventually, he settled back into her lips. It seemed like a good place to lay the foundations.

"Found something," he grinned. "Not sure it was what I was looking for."

"Ouch," Neva feigned offence. 

Before he could resume his teasing, Jungkook's phone began to buzz.

"Someone's pleased to see me," Neva joked as he slid it out, putting it to his ear.

Placing a finger over his lips, he indicated for Neva to be quiet, while still remaining close enough to sneak kisses from her. She could hear the bass from the club pulse through the speaker by Jungkook's ear.

"What's up?" Jungkook spoke clearly into the receiver, finishing his sentence by pressing his lips down into Neva's.

"Where are you? There's no queue tonight, you can basically walk straight in. Hurry up," Jimin drunkenly demanded, not wanting to be without his dad-dancing partner for the night. His words were slurred and barely audible above the music, but Jungkook was so well adjusted to deciphering drunk Jimin that it came as second nature.

"I'm just-" Jungkook halted his speech. Barely separated from Neva's lips, he had accidentally started speaking in a dulcet purr. He cleared his throat and started again. "I'm just getting my wallet. I'll be there in twenty."

"Thirty," Neva corrected with a smirk. 

"I'll be there in thirty," Jungkook grinned back at her, kissing her gently. 

"You better be- Cass! It's your song!" Jimin was shouting away from the phone, as a shitty remix of an old Usher song started to play. The line cut off, leaving Jungkook and Neva to themselves.

"Is Cassie an Usher super fan?" Jungkook raised a questioning brow to Neva.

"This is the first I've heard of it," she laughed. 

Cassie and Jimin seemed to live in their own worlds most of the time, so she couldn't attest to the validity of Jimin's declaration. The idea of Jimin aimlessly calling across a crowded dancefloor, just to let Cassie know something that she could already hear, was testament to the fact that she was always at the forefront of his thoughts, even if logic wasn't. 

"It takes ten minutes to get to the club," Jungkook spoke against Neva's neck, trailing his lips down it. "So what am I doing in those spare twenty?"

Neva gripped onto the back of his neck, back arching slightly as his tongue massaged her throat.

"Me."

"Seems do-able."

It was quick and frantic; Jungkook still fully clothed, Neva's oversized hoodie unzipped and discarded on her bedroom floor. With her back against the door, Jungkook encouraged her thighs upwards with flat palms. 

His jeans rested taut around his mid-thights, a little encouragement from Neva's hand being all he needed to ready himself. He'd been thinking about her all week, but hadn't done anything about it privately because he felt it would be rude; disrespectful almost.

He'd also been secretly banking up on ending up entangled with her once more before she left. Why waste a good nut on his hand when he could waste it in her instead?

One of his hands was pressed against the door, the other beneath her ass making sure she was at the perfect height while her legs wrapped around his back. He started slow, easing himself into her gently. Pushing upwards, Jungkook took note of her hushed moan and the way her pretty eyes had squeezed themself shut.

"Shit, Eva," he groaned, teeth nipping against her neck. He was sensitive to every part of her body, his cock throbbing from the slow speed he was trying to encourage. "Missed you. Fuck, missed you so much."

"You saw me - ah, fuck- like half an hour ago," she toyed back, though she couldn't help but gasp as his hips began to roll gently. 

Jungkook angled himself in such a way that he could observe her body and watch himself glide into her repeatedly. Their skin slapped together, and Jungkook half thought that the sound might be enough to make him finish on the spot.  

"Shit," she rasped, unable to formulate a proper sentence as his spare hand began to toy with her clit.

"Missed me too?" He smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.

"Missed you," she nodded. Her voice was husky, eyes on him, pouted lips ajar.

"Good girl," he closed the gap between their torsos, pressing her snug against the door as his hips began to drill into her. His pace was insatiable; chasing a high as if he were climbing a staircase to heaven.

Anyone who walked past Neva's dorm would be able to know what was going on. If the rattling of her door wasn't enough to give her away, the panting moans that neither of them could be bothered to hush definitely were.

It didn't take long for Jungkook to work himself up to release, and Neva could see the veins in his neck building as he tried to tense his body and prevent himself from finishing too quickly.

"Hey, hey," she cooed, causing him to stall his hips. Pushing against his arms, she encouraged him to let her down. Sliding out of her, Jungkook groaned, missing the warmth of her immediately - until she sank to her knees and took him in her mouth instead.

It was his turn to curse now, muttering incoherent words as she began to play him like a fiddle. She knew just the right moves to elicit the best sounds from him, and she wasn't happy unless he sounded like a philharmonic orchestra.

"Shit, Eva," he groaned, one of his hands tangling in her hair, encouraging a faster pace than she was capable of giving unassisted. She choked slightly as he hit the back of throat, but there was something about the guttural moan that just drove him insane. Neva didn't mind it, far more focused on making sure he felt good. It was messy and loud, just how he liked it, her losing all sense of autonomy and agency; at mercy to nothing but his anatomy. "Up."

Doing as she was told, panting like she always did on account of forgetting to breathe while he was blocking her windpipe, Jungkook replaced his cock with his tongue. He found himself lifting her again, raising her just to have her sink back down onto his cock. 

Just as he had done before, he angled himself in such a way that he could watch himself thrust into her. It drove him insane, marrying the visual to the sensation he was feeling. Glancing up towards her eyes, he found himself obsessed all over again.

"You look so pretty with my cock in you, Eva," he promised, earning himself an eye-roll and and incredibly bashful smile from Neva. Yep, he thought. Fuckin' gorgeous.

This time he was slow in his pace, using his spare hand to really pay attention to her needs. Massaging smooth circles against her, he was in awe as her body began to respond to him. Her knitted brows and soft smirk that followed every gasp was almost enough to have him finish instantly. Instead he stilled his hips, letting her clench around him as he drew her closer. Her hands gripped onto his arms so tightly that he thought her nails might rip through his shirt.

"Easy, girl," he cooed, seeing her heart beating in her chest far faster than it had been a minute prior. He applied deeper pressure with his fingers, moving his hips ever so slowly. "That's it, baby girl. Cum for me, Eva."

The crown of her head tilted against the door, back arched as she let the sensation overcome her body. It came in waves, crashing down on her; Jungkook getting lost in the current until he, too, found himself slipping under. His hips rolled into her like the tide, and soon enough he found himself joining Neva at one with the ocean.

Legs weak from exertion, Jungkook eased her down. He smiled fondly as she continued to sink, back against the door, knees up to her chin as she hugged them into her chest. 

Meandering to her ensuite, Jungkook grabbed some tissue to sort himself out, before tossing her the entire roll. It landed precisely in her lap, thanks to his effortlessly accurate aim. 

Walking back towards her, he noticed the jellyfish bumbling about on her television screen. His heart hurt, in the least painful way possible. God, he was weak for her.

"Nice work," he grinned, obviously referring to the sex, slumping down opposite her.

"Close your eyes," she said, not wanting him to witness her sort herself out. He did as he was told, a grin not once leaving his face. Once she had finished, she grabbed her hoodie and wrapped it back around her body, making sure she was somewhat presentable before telling him that he could open them.

His grin was lopsided, eyes a little bloodshot, still a bit drunk, though he'd definitely need to play catch-up when he got to the club. 

Neva's cheeks were rosy, a sheen on her lips from where she had just licked them. 

"You've got to pack," he sighed. If he wasn't so difficult, he would have just said that he didn't want her to go - but that would mean admitting some notion of feelings and he wasn't prepared for that conversation just yet.

"Correct," she nodded. 

"I'll walk you to the station in the morning," he asserted, as if he hadn't already said it earlier that very same day.

"I don't want to be a bother," she shrugged a little sheepishly. He would be hungover, and she knew that he was always a miserable asshole when he was hanging - unless he was in bed, in which case, all he would wanna do is snuggle and probably fuck about a little bit. An orgasm seemed to be his go-to hangover remedy. 

"You won't be," he insisted, as his phone began to ring again. Checking the caller I.D., he frowned. "Jimin again."

"Go," Neva encouraged, getting to her feet, offering Jungkook a hand up - which he took, and just dragged her down into his lap. His lips ghosted hers briefly, before his rounded eyes closed almost as gently as his lips did on hers. 

"I don't wanna," he pouted.

"Well you gotta," she said, peppering him with a few more kisses until she stood again. This time, she dragged him with her. "I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"

Reluctantly, Jungkook nodded. 

Neva saw him to the door and watched him as he walked down the corridor. He turned, lips in a thin smile, as he cast her a wave over his shoulder before heading off into the night. 

Closing her door, Neva sighed. Tomorrow she would be going home, a week before Jungkook, back to their town. Her friends had already arrived home for winter break, and the last she had updated them on the Jungkook situation was after their confrontation in the laundry room. 

She'd evaded all questions of him since, simply feigning disinterest or acting as if their paths rarely crossed. Explaining the hickey she could see forming on her neck in the mirror by her dresser was not going to be fun.

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a/n: please don't ask why there is smut again already, apparently i have no self-control. also this is the first of a triple update? hi? not really sure why, just feeling fancy today x a rare treat x

(also people reading demimonde, I'm sorry, ilysm, an update is pending, it's nearly done, sorry it's taken so long) x