(Secrets are getting harder to keep and Jungkook’s jealousy and insecurity are taking a toll on him.)
Warnings: 9500+ words. Oral. Intercourse. A little more realism than I think some people will be expecting.
You didn’t want him. At least not tonight.
That thought rattled through Jungkook’s mind as
he sat in the back of the taxi on his way home. You had refused him
because you wanted to be alone. Because you weren’t in the mood. Jungkook
closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat while he tried to
process what had just happened. You had refused him before, when you were
worried about being caught by others at work, but you always made arrangements
to sleep with him later. Tonight was different. Tonight you refused
him, not because you were afraid of being seen, but because you simply didn’t
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Jungkook had planned this first date so carefully, making sure to take
you to an out of the way neighborhood so you could relax and not worry about
being seen. He picked the most expensive restaurant in that neighborhood
for dinner because he wanted to show you he could appreciate the finer things,
that he had money to spend on you, that he wanted to treat you like you were
special. He read dozens of movie reviews before picking that stupid,
boring foreign film where everyone was rambling on with lengthy speeches about
god-knows-what and all the money was spent on costumes and none on special
He hated those kinds of movies, but he knew you
loved them and the most important thing was that you have a good time.
And you really did seem to be having a good time.
Meeting your cousin had been an unexpected
hiccup at the beginning of the night – but Jungkook was actually grateful for
it. Although the interaction was uncomfortably awkward, meeting her meant
that the relationship was one step closer to being public. One person
close to you now knew your secret. Jungkook anxiously awaited the day
when everyone close to the both of you knew that you were a couple.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
I watched Hocus Pocus last weekend and how come no one ever talks about the fact that the sisters are all played by Semetic actresses. A demographic that’s been associated with that stigma for hundreds of years
They thought Christianity was evil and they “died” via incineration