CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF EXPLICIT CONTENT, ANGST, & FLUFF
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I pressed my back up against Jungkook's chest, waves of heat radiating off of his body and swathing my own in warmth. He held a blanket pinned against my stomach, balled in his fist as it rested atop us and kept us hidden in the darkness of the living room. It had to be no later than three in the morning, the others asleep together on the floor in the living room. Yoongi had Jimin held against his chest, carefully placed to make sure the blonde's shoulder didn't cramp up during the night. Taehyung was lying with his back to the couch, a pillow before him with his limbs wrapped tightly around it as if he were cuddling one of his partners, Yeontan and Nari tucked near his head as they snored softly.
The shakles of the house clacked together as the wind speeds increased, yet another stormy night closing in with promises of thunder and rain. I wasn't too worried; I'd gotten a notification that the storm would be more towards Incheon than Seoul, but the possibility of the winds shifting in our direction wasn't unlikely. I could hear the echoes of thunder in the distance, my eyes wide as my memories threatened to run rampant. Jungkook's arm tightened against my waist, nuzzling his head against the back of my neck with a listless groan.
What if Rachel comes to find me? I questioned myself, squirming uncomfortably within my own skin. I couldn't help but think the worst, that not only Yura would eventually find me, but with Rachel poised at his hip, seething and hissing insults and threats in my ear. My blood boiled with unease as I remembered the way her nails sunk into the skin of my neck, each flash of lightning illuminating a body vandalized with tattoos.
I could see what Yura loved about her body; fair skin, long, silky black hair that reached her hips, curves that seemed almost unmatchable compared to my own. With one glance she could have anyone at their knees thoughtlessly obeying her every command. A shiver ran up my spine, forcing a whimper from my lips as the mere thought of her threatened my very being. Without warning, thunder growled out in the night, closer than before, my entire body running rigid with fear.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I pushed myself up on trembling hands, Jungkook's arm slipping limply off my hip and onto the floor. I felt panicky, my palms and back dampening with sweat as I stared off into the darkness. I didn't want to slip up again; I didn't even want to think about Rachel and Yura ever, but their voices kept flitting in-and-out of my head, soft and taunting as I crawled towards the couch. More thunder sounded, inching closer and closer into the night as lightning snapped just out of sight. I pressed my back up against the lower couch, my breath coming out in faint pants as my heart began to thunder hectically in my chest.
"Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. Don't make a-"
"No," I whimpered softly, my heart seizing with fear in my chest. I wanted Rachel gone; I wanted her out of my life. I wanted the mere thought of her to vanish with the blink of an eye. I pressed my fists against my ears, hoping to drown out not only the lurking storm but the brunette's velvety voice in my mind.
"You gonna cry, princess? Go cry to daddy, you weak little slut!"
I gasped for breath. Rachel could've been anywhere in the world and yet her voice sounded as if she were right there in the room, seated beside me with her lips pressed against my ear. More lightning and thunder clapped in unison, sparking a flurry of unnecessary thoughts in my head. I brought my knees to my chest, whimpering repeatedly against them as I tried to flush out Rachel's voice. She's not here, I reassured myself. Rachel's not here, she's not gonna hurt you. My breath hitched in my throat as tears began to trickle down my cheeks. They grew red, my nose stuffy as I tried to sniffle the tears away.
Nari whined softly from beside Taehyung, pushing herself to her paws to trot over to my side. I cried softly against my knees, completely giving up on trying to calm my erratic heart rate. The Shepherd nuzzled her face against my legs with a whimper of concern, pausing to stare up at me with wide, frigid blue eyes. I let mine snap shut, pressed tight in a failed attempt to lure myself back to sleep. Nari's paws made scrunching sounds against the carpeted living room floor as she padded away, making the room seem much larger, and myself much smaller than I actually was. She grunted and huffed off in the near distance, one of the others groaning softly to my left as they shifted beneath their covers. I placed my hands over my mouth to muffle my whimpering, another round of thunder and lightning sounding in the night. Someone bolted upright, my eyes still shut tightly as they scrambled awake, coming closer until my body tingled in their presence.
"Yumin. Angel, get up!" Yoongi's voice sounded low and close to my ear. His hands grabbed at the side of my face, pushing it up until I was forced to look at him. More tears cascaded down my cheeks as our eyes locked, his wide and full of worry despite being woken so abruptly. "Hey, hey, hey," he hushed, brushing his hands up through my hair. "It's okay, baby. I'm right here."
"Hyung?" Taehyung moaned softly from beside me, pushing himself into a sitting position as he rubbed at his eyes with closed fists. He blinked across at us, his eyes gradually widening upon finding me in an upset state. "Angel?"
"Why the fuck are you guys awake?"
I felt my chest seize up, my breath hitched as Jungkook threw the blanket off his listless form, glaring at us through the darkness as another round of thunder erupted in the sky. I whimpered nervously, letting my head fall forward against my knees as I tried to block everyone and everything out. It sounded as if the storm was just passing through, but the wind continued to rattle the shutters and shackles of the house, the windows clanging in place against the walls as the rain pattered on every outside surface. I felt my tears dampen my skin, tickling my inner thighs as they slid down and collected on the material of my shorts. Light tremors racked my body, Yoongi speaking softly in my ear as the others slowly blinked awake, their eyes trained on us as the lightning illuminated our bodies.
"Angel, it's okay," Yoongi murmured, gently petting my head. His touch served no comfort, my body slowly growing numb as my tears began to slow. I felt myself begin to slip, my body shaking beneath the brunet's touch as he pulled me against his chest. I kept my knees against my torso, hands achily reaching up to grasp the collar of his hoodie. I buried my head against his chest, hoping to drown myself in the darkness, but I could still feel the other's eyes on me.
"What's wrong, hyung?" Taehyung pondered innocently, scooting forward to gently rub along the small of my back.
"Yumin's scared of the thunder," Yoongi spoke softly, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and holding me tight. I continued to whimper in response to the other's touch and the angry sounds the storm released, wondering if I would someday be able to watch the rain and lightning through my window with enjoyment instead of fear as I had done years ago. "It's...triggering...for her."
"Him?" Taehyung asked the tone of his voice an indicator to one specific person.
"Yes and no." I stiffened as Yoongi made to continue, the brunet releasing a sigh as he clasped a hand on the back of my neck. "I'll explain later."
Footsteps dashed upstairs, Nari huffing defensively in response as she posted herself in front of me and Yoongi in an almost protective stance. Taehyung pulled Yeontan into his lap, continuously rubbing circles in my back. Jimin, with pained grunts of effort, pushed himself upright and leaned forward to rest his head against Yoongi's shoulder, watching me silently until my trembling ceased. He reached out to drag his small hand down the side of my face, tilting my chin up and offering me a playfully scolding tut.
"If you keep crying, your face will become bloated, angel." The blonde's words forced a sheepish smile upon my face, my cheeks alight with embarrassment at being caught panicking. I didn't mean to wake the others, but I had to expect at least one of them to startle awake from the thunder and lightning.
Hushed footsteps stomped up to the four of us, huddled together on the living room floor. I glanced up to find Jungkook leaning down with my stuffed bunny and bear clutched in each hand, his eyebrows raised in concern as he urged me to take them. I pulled each against my chest, holding eye contact as I clutched them tightly. Something about the softness in Jungkook's eyes as he watched the unfamiliarity of my nervousness made me feel settled. He didn't know this weakness of mine; it was unfamiliar to him and Taehyung, only slightly familiar to Jimin. Yoongi was well aware of my reaction to storms such as this, knowing well enough not to mention Yura or Rachel during such a time, always offering me nothing but affection and love no matter what my behavior was.
Jungkook knelt on the floor, carefully inspecting my face as I wiggled out of Yoongi's arms, stumbling forward until I could fall against the maknae's chest. I buried my head in the crook of his shoulder, stuffies clutched tightly in my arms as his own circled my waist. I felt completely safe at that moment, thankful for the others, yet somehow more comfortable with just the brunet against me.
After what felt like hours, the storm blew past, the thunder barely audible miles and miles off towards the coast. I groaned softly against Jungkook's chest, the brunet having laid back against his pillows and pulled a blanket back over our forms. He cuddled against my backside, tracing gentle circles against the top of my hand. Taehyung laid down in front of me, watching me quietly as his eyes threatened to close with exhaustion.
"You think you can sleep, angel?" Jimin's hushed voice sounded from below me; I glanced down at him with a stiff nod. The blonde offered me a smile, leaning back against Yoongi's chest as they settled down to fall back asleep.
"I-I'm sorry I woke you guys," I mumbled, absently petting my bunny's head to lure myself to sleep.
"It's alright, baby." Yoongi's voice floated through the silent room, deep and listless as he settled beneath a mound of blankets with a tiny Jimin cuddled against his chest. "Just try and go back to bed."
I nodded, knowing Yoongi or Jimin couldn't see me. Taehyung had already fallen asleep, his hand twitching beside mine. I carefully clutched his index finger in my small hand, offering it a squeeze of affection as I let my eyes flutter closed.
"Kitten."
"Hmm?"
Jungkook's arm tightened around my middle, his lips connecting to a sensitive patch of skin in the crook of my neck. I shivered at his touch, enjoying the way it sent both warm and cold streaks through my body. "You gonna be alright?" he whispered, his hand reaching up to palm my smaller one.
"Y-Yeah. I think so." I sighed shakily, letting my eyes flutter closed.
The sleepy maknae leaned forward to press a kiss against my temple, another against my burning cheek. "You're gonna be alright, angel. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you."
I believed Jungkook's words, rolling over to cuddle against his chest. Jungkook made me feel so safe and loved, my heart beating happily in my chest as a soft smile adorned my face. "Okay, Koo," I mumbled, nuzzling my head against his shoulder as I made to fall asleep. Being wrapped up in Jungkook's arms after my sudden, yet small, panic attack made me feel small and fuzzy, but safe nonetheless, his strong arms wrapped around my waist as he held me protectively in the night.
Being beside him, I felt that nothing and no one would ever be able to hurt me again.
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I'd stumbled about for days, trailing behind Jungkook wherever he went like a little puppy. I didn't feel dependent on him, and there were days where I spent the majority of my hours in the other's presence, but with Yoongi and Taehyung figuring out when their hyung, Seokjin, was flying back home to Seoul, and Jimin holed up in his room resting most of the time, I felt like following Jungkook about the house would serve as some sort of fun for my easily entertained mind.
"Angel."
My head shot up from my phone, finding Jungkook standing before me in nothing but a pair of tight-fitting, ripped blue jeans and black platform boots. The sight of him sent chills running up and down my spine, but I remained expressionless, grunting in reply as we locked eyes.
"How long do you plan on staying with me?"
Jungkook's question could've meant many things, and I could've answered in a way that might've only answered one, but I decided to turn the tables in my favor. I smiled cheekily at the brunet, watching as his cheeks flushed before he threw on a white t-shirt, hiding his abs and the majority of his arm tattoos that leaked onto his toned chest.
"Ever," I chirped, shutting my phone off and placing it carefully in my lap.
"Ever? You've been following me around for almost a week, baby. Don't you need some time to yourself?"
"This is the first time I've seen you all day!" I pouted, my eyes wide in complaint. It was almost noon; I had spent the morning dolling myself up for no reason, locking myself in the upstairs bathroom to shower, fix my hair, put on makeup, and dress myself up cutely. I'd slipped into a light blue skirt, throwing a tiny, sleeveless fake collar on and finishing it off with a baby blue sweatshirt that I was pretty sure came from Yoongi's closet.
I pulled my sleeves down over my hands, frowning up at Jungkook as he rolled his eyes at me humorously. He pulled a black hoodie down over his small frame, finishing it off with a grey coat and his silver looped earrings. "Well, you're probably gonna find a way to tag along anyway, so, do you wanna come shopping with me?"
I scrunched my nose in irritation, sensing a hint of annoyance on the brunet's tongue. "You don't even want me to come."
Jungkook walked over to the edge of his bed, tilting my chin up and ghosting his lips over mine. "I want you to come in more ways than one, kitten." His voice sent shivers down my spine, the brunet painting a cocky smirk on his chiseled face as I squirmed under his gaze. "But, I do want you to come shopping with me. Keep me company for a few hours."
I blushed in response, grinning up at Jungkook as he pulled me to my feet. He planted a chaste kiss against my forehead, mumbling softly for me to get my shoes. After a few minutes, we'd gathered our phones and wallets, dashing excitedly out the door and to the Bentley. I slipped into the passenger seat with a smile plastered on my face, rocking my head from side to side as Jungkook pulled out of the driveway and made his way towards the nearest freeway entrance.
The maknae's hand reached out to rest of my bared thigh, gently stroking my skin as he released a sigh. I leaned back against my seat, curling to the side to peer up at him with wide eyes. Jungkook glanced down at me, offering a shy smirk as the heat rose to his cheeks.
"Angel?" he murmured, signaling the car to turn off at the next exit.
"I love you."
My response threw Jungkook off, the brunet freezing for a moment before slowing the car down to a slow cruise as he looked around for the store he wanted to visit. "I love you, too, Yumin. But, why are you staring at me?"
"I'm not staring."
"Yes, you are. Is there something on my face?"
I chortled softly, waiting for Jungkook to pull into a parking space before unbuckling my seatbelt and crawling on his lap. I undid his seatbelt, pushing it behind his headrest before connecting our lips in a slow, teasing kiss. Jungkook groaned softly, his hands trailing under my skirt to grip my thighs. I felt a sense of control rush through me, thoughts of teasing the boy throughout the day flitting in-and-out of my mind. Pulling away, I felt a playful smirk adorn my face, dragging my hands down the pane of his stomach and ghosting over his crotch. He moaned in response, his breath tickling my neck as I leaned close to his ear.
"Why can't I just look at my adorable boyfriend, huh?" I teased my finger back-and-forth along Jungkook's jeans, earning an unsteady breath from his throat.
"No reason, angel," he murmured, reaching up to cup my cheek. "How 'bout we head inside?"
I nodded, offering him another kiss on his lips before popping the driver's door open and stepping out onto the wet pavement. Jungkook followed after me, locking all the doors and walking up beside me as we made our way to the entrance of what appeared to be a small shopping mall. My eyes flicked about the outer perimeter of the building, taking in its complex beauty with quiet awe. I felt Jungkook slip his fingers between mine, lacing our hands together and pulling me close to his side. He offered me a mask, letting me fit it onto my face with my free hand as he followed suit, peering down at me over the pitch-black fabric. His eyes squinted in a smile, sending fireworks alight in my stomach as I realized how in love I was with him.
We made our way to the second floor of the mall, Jungkook tugging me into a small clothing store with blackened walls and flashing LEDs. Almost immediately, I felt out of place; a small, fluffy blue cloud inside of walls of complete and utter darkness. Jungkook grinned at a display of combat boots positioned in the window of the shop, bustling over like a child in a candy store to explore the world's hellish items. Deciding against trailing after the brunet, I wandered farther into the store, staring with glorious wonder at the bold earrings dangling from a display case in the center. As I traced a finger along a red gem, something flashy caught my eye. I looked to the right to find a collar and leash for sale on a manikin with cat ears, my eyebrows shooting high with disbelief. It was obvious this wasn't some sort of sex shop, and I felt my stomach boil with interest as I tried backing away. I bumped into something solid, spinning on my heel and locking eyes with Jungkook as he cocked an eyebrow.
"Ah, are looking at that?" he chuckled, tilting my chin up to face him. "You wanna be daddy's little kitten, do you?"
"Koo," I spluttered, pushing his hand away. I stared down at the floor, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks as he ran a hand over my head. Jungkook simpered quietly, continuing to tug me along the length of the store as he casually browsed every object on the shelf. He chose a few items for himself, offering me a few of my own despite my complaints that I didn't need them.
"Let me spoil you!" Jungkook snapped, forcing a giggle from my throat as I rested my head against his shoulder. The brunet rested his head against mine, hiking his items further against his chest as he pulled a black skirt from one of the clothing racks. "Go try this on."
"Koo-"
"And this." He stood on the tips of his toes to pull a tight black shirt and flannel off higher racks before shoving them against my chest. "Go."
I gave up with a sigh, throwing the clothes Jungkook had picked out for me over my shoulder and marching towards the dressing rooms. They were located in the back, the quietest and emptiest part of the store with nothing but freakish dolls for sale and a pair of girls browsing who appeared about my age. As Jungkook and I walked past, I heard them whisper in rapid, hushed tones to each other, dismissing it for girl talk over the fishnets they were standing in front of.
"Go try those on, and then let me see," Jungkook instructed, prodding me in the middle of my back.
I groaned softly in complaint, throwing a look over my shoulder at the maknae before disappearing in the dressing room, shutting the black, moon-covered curtain to give myself some privacy.
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Jungkook had found a lone basket discarded in the back of the shop, placing it down on the floor with all his desired items stacked high within. He glanced at one of the dressing rooms, listening as Yumin cursed softly inside as she tried to wiggle her way into the tight clothing he'd picked out for her. He couldn't help but groan at the idea of her wearing much more slutty clothing, the leash and collar she was looking at earlier flashing through his mind.
My little kitten, he thought with a smirk. As stripes of heat shot through his stomach, he caught the eye of a pair of girls around his age, watching him excitedly with sparkles in their young eyes. Their intense gazes made Jungkook slightly uncomfortable, his mind immediately leaning towards the idea of crazed fans or sasaengs lurking behind every corner. Before they, or he, could do anything more than look across the store at each other, Yumin burst out of the dressing room, fighting to smooth out a black and red flannel across her chest.
"Jesus- Fuck!" The brunette straightened out her clothing, blowing an angry gust of air through her nose as she glared up at Jungkook. "This is the last time I let you pick out clothes for me, Jeon."
"Oh, c'mon!" Jungkook cocked his head to the side, taking a moment to admire Yumin's beauty in the small, flowy skirt and skin-tight top that he'd chosen for her. "Fuck," he murmured softly, completely forgetting that there were other eyes on them. "Angel, you look-"
"Quiet." Yumin held a hand up to silence him, scrunching her nose in irritation as she tried to get her skirt to cover his thighs. "I think this thing is a size too small."
Jungkook leaned forward, grasping her small hand in his and pulling it away from her clothing. "It's meant to be small, angel." He chuckled, finding it cute as Yumin grew flustered, her cheeks flaming red as she avoided his gaze. She looked off to the right, her eyes gradually widening as they locked with the two girls in the distance, her back straightening as she caught them staring with jealousy at them. Jungkook tugged the brunette closer to him, feeling protective of her. She wasn't familiar with the concept of fans glaring and watching her, but Jungkook was all too familiar. He'd hoped to go at least a day in public without some sort of manager or security guard at his hip, but maybe he'd thought too recklessly.
"You notice that?" Yumin whispered, refusing to break eye contact with the girls. Jungkook glanced out the corner of his eye, finding one of them pulling their phone out of their back pocket. Before he could move another muscle, the flash went off, both girls squeaking in embarrassment before shifting behind a rack of clothes to speak in hushed tones with one another. He growled defensively in the back of his throat, already mustering up small article headlines about him being spotted with Yumin in public.
"Shit," he cursed. Jungkook made to push Yumin back into the dressing room and tell her to hurry and change, but she slipped from his arms, stalking towards the two girls with her fists clenched irritably behind her back.
"Excuse me?" she called out, her voice eventually drowned out by the music that played overhead. Jungkook stayed rooted in place beside the dressing room, watching his girlfriend as she spoke with the two fans about the picture they snapped of them. Yumin gestured to their phone, pointing at it with an extended finger before the girl who held it, a small brunette with pink highlighted tips and an oversized grey hoodie, handed it over with her head held low. Eyebrows raised in shock, Yumin had no hesitation in scrolling through the phone, and what Jungkook hoped was deleting the photo evidence. She handed the device back to the girl, the two of them uttering hushed apologies with quick bows before Yumin jabbed a finger in his direction. They locked eyes from a distance, Jungkook cocking an eyebrow in confusion before the three of them trotted over to his side.
"Jungkook, they'd like to apologize," Yumin grinned softly, letting the two girls step up before her. "And, they wanna ask you something, too."
"H-Hi, Jeon Jungkook," one of the girls stuttered, a cute blonde adorned in what appeared to be a knock-off school girl outfit, complete with a little red bow around her collar.
"Hi," Jungkook mumbled, feeling uncomfortable in their presence. He offered Yumin a look, the brunette watching the girls without giving him much thought.
"We're s-sorry for taking a picture of you without permission, Jungkook. It was very disrespectful of us, and we should respect you and other idol's privacy." Jungkook could only nod, surprised with the girl's politeness as she spoke to him. "We were wondering if perhaps, we could take a photo with you. With your consent of course!" The blonde finished in a rushed manner, as if expecting Jungkook to snap at her for asking of such a thing. To his surprise, he smiled, allowing the two girls to step up beside him with their phones raised. He didn't mind his fans if they were polite, and it seemed fairly normal for such fangirls to act out in a way like before. Before they could take their pictures, the brunette with the pink highlights grabbed at Yumin's wrist, a grin adorning her face as she pulled her to her side. "You too," she piped, grinning at her friend's camera as the flash went off.
With satisfied grins and adorable gazes, the two girls sauntered to the store's entrance, whispering frantically at each other, their words interrupted with obsessive giggles before they disappeared out into the crowded mall. Jungkook drug his gaze away from the front entrance, eyes traveling over Yumin as she turned and peered up at him with a smile. "They're good kids," she shrugged her shoulders, turning to make her way back into the dressing room. Jungkook caught her by her waist, tugging her back towards him. Before she could protest, he brought their mouths together, savoring her sweetness as she whimpered quietly beneath him.
"Jungkook," she muttered, sluggishly pushing against his chest. "We're in public, we can't-"
"I don't care." Jungkook stared down at her, his gaze stern and steady as he drunk in her every feature. "I don't care who sees."
"You could get fired."
"They can't fire me for being happy."
Yumin froze, gnawing anxiously at her bottom lip. Jungkook gripped her hips softly, offering a reassuring squeeze as he spoke. "If people know about you, my popularity might go down, but that won't affect me much. It won't affect the others much. You'll get roped into some shit, some stupid scandal, but it won't matter, okay? I can be happy. We can be happy."
"Koo-"
"Ah, ah." Jungkook silenced the worried brunette with a finger to her plump lips, pulling his mask back over his face with a soft smile. "Go inside; I'll get a few more things for you to try on, then we can leave, okay? Go shopping for a bit. It'll be like a date."
Yumin flushed as he refused to break eye contact, offering him a pliant nod. He pressed his clothed lips against her forehead, mask cutting off his affectionate gesture before he let her wander back into the dressing room, her feet bouncing in a little trot before she shut herself inside. Jungkook simpered after his girlfriend, pulling his gaze away to peer out across the store. His eyes locked with the leash and collar, but, thinking better of it, he decided not to bother, instead wandering about to pluck out jeans and platforms, sneaking in a few oversized hoodies for himself that he knew Yumin would steal later on.
He returned to Yumin peering out from behind the black curtain, her eyes wide with wonder as he selected which pieces of clothing he wanted her to try. "Kookie, I don't know," she hesitated, looking down at a tight, fluffy black-and-white dress. Jungkook couldn't help but think it resembled a maid's outfit. With a chuckle, he pushed it into Yumin's arms, ushering her back inside the dressing room with a grin hidden beneath his mask. He enjoyed seeing her flustered with wide, curious eyes, and as the brunette shut herself inside to change, Jungkook couldn't help but realize how in love he was with Yumin.
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Sorry I've been gone for the past two weeks. Classes ended, but I've still got shit to deal with. Here's a brief chapter for you guys; I might not update regularly for some time. Please have patience. <3