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You check the microwave clock for what feels like the billionth time.

Hand carefully chopping vegetables on the cutting board, you can't stop the bet from nagging at your mind, making you even more nervous as you wait for Jimin to arrive. Without warning you managed to move your seat away from him in class and ignore him throughout the day, so it's a bit confusing and weird inviting him over now.

Will it even make a difference if I call this whole thing off?

Will Jungkook honestly be any less mad if he finds out?

"Probably not," you grumble, trying not to tear up as you dice an onion.

The thought weighs heavily as you add the chopped vegetables to the pot, stirring the broth and adding salt among other spices. You glance at the clock again to see that only 4 minutes have passed since you checked last and huff, staring up at the ceiling.

"When is he-- "

*Knock knock*

You pull off your apron, adjusting your hair and outfit while hustling to the front door. It opens promptly, revealing a raven prince standing before you. His fingers run through his hair as he offers a toothy side smirk. You can only stare in amazement at how much he's dressed up for dinner, the usual black hoodie transformed, making him look more like a denim model.

"Are you going to let me in or just keep staring at me like that?" His teasing words tear you away from your thoughts and you shake your head, stepping back to let him in.

"I'm making soup, I hope that's okay," you say, leading him into the little kitchen-dining room conjuncture.

"Soup? In the summer?" His brows raise while yours furrow as you scoff in annoyance.

"It's almost October!" Jimin continues to scrunch his nose and you suck your teeth. "Eat somewhere else then!"

"It's too late now, I'm already here," his smile widens as you pour him a glass of water before sitting at the dining table. "Although, I'm very confused why I'm here. I thought you hated me? I mean, you changed seats, haven't spoken to me all week. You've dodged my calls and texts... "

"And I have every right to hate you! You almost ruined my relationship with Jungkook!"

"Stop over exaggerating, I didn't ruin anything," Eyes annoyed, lop-sided smirk making another appearance, Jimin leans back into his chair, eyeing you up and down carefully. "Where is Jungkook, by the way?"

"Studying," he looks taken back as you stand to check the soup, giving it a little taste before setting the cover back on top.

"Studying?" Jimin mimics skeptically and you can only nod as you sit in front of him again. "In his room?"

You sigh. "No, he has a tutor. He left to meet her probably about an hour ago."

"Her?" Jimin chuckles darkly before you can say anything, his head shaking side to side slowly as he tsks.

"Poor, poor, Y/N. I still don't understand what you see in him. He's not boyfriend material, hell, he's not even best friend material."

"Don't talk about him like that when you know nothing about him," you defend with a sneer, arms crossing as he only chuckles again, humorless this time.

"I know that he's going to hurt you," his tone turns serious and you gulp, licking dry lips as your eyes begin to dart around the kitchen uncomfortably.

"He won't."

"Oh please, Y/N, the man's probably out right now fuc-- "

"Ahh, shit!" You run over to the stove as the broth starts to boil over the pot. Blowing, you wait for everything to simmer down as you transfer it to another burner.

"Jimin, how do you want-- "

You freeze, chest bumping against his as Jimin suddenly stands in front of you, head tilting to the side as he examines your stunned face, drinking in your features carefully with a calculative stare.

"Y/N," his voice purrs, smooth as his hand reaches rest on your shoulder. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

You can't meet his eyes, keeping them glued to his shiny jacket buttons. "I won't."

"You will, I know how guys like him are. He never paid you any mind... until now, am I right?" Your heart pricks around the edges as it motors quickly against your rib cage. "I can tell something happened between the two of you, I saw it during class this whole week, the way he looks at you now. Either my plan worked or you finally figured out how to get to him yourself."

You remain silent, hands clenching at your sides and he scoffs a laugh. "I see-- I give it another week if he can last that long before he tries to sleep with you. You've made yourself available now, Y/N, it's only a matter of time before he uses you just like those sluts he collects on his belt."

"Shut up!" Your hand lifts on instinct, palm stretched open to slap him but he catches your wrist instead, pressing your hand securely against his chest, his heart beat a calm rhythm compared to the frenzy yours is in at the moment.

"You're not understanding, I want to call off the bet," Tears begin to flow as the rest of your body stays stone still, eyes finally locked as he carefully leans forward. "and I know you do too."

You recover, blinking away from his eyes to his full lips before dancing them around the room.

"How about a deal." You look against your will once more, his soft intoxicating voice too inviting for you to ignore as he continues. "Forget about the bet, forget about Jungkook."

His hand drags yours higher up his chest until his lips lightly brush against the back of your hand, staring up at you through lashes as his breath-taking smile softens.

"I like you, Y/N. Be with me."

You know it isn't your body that willed you to move, it wasn't you who closed the distance until you're flush against his front.

You tremble as his arms encircle your body, lips desperately pressing against yours.

♡ 🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰♡

Jungkook's lips desperately press against her neck and they haven't even made it into the library supply closet yet. Her long red hair brushes against his face as he picks her up, legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he doesn't waste time to open the door.

He can't think straight, doesn't even remember her name; every time he closes his eyes your beautiful face appears, not disturbing his erotic thoughts but making them better, more intense than he's ever felt before. A part of him longs for her body to be yours, her fingers hastily unbuttoning his shirt to be done by you instead.

He doesn't want to soil your innocence, to break you like he's broken many before.

'Maybe I want to be a bad girl now.'

Your voice echoes in Jungkook's head and he groans, part in pleasure, the other in frustration and he responds by pushing over a stack of books before setting his tutor on the desk.

"I've been wanting you for a while, Jungkook," the red haired moans, neck falling to the side as he captures her soft skin between his teeth.

She grabs his face, attempting to bring his mouth to her own but Jungkook swiftly refuses, ripping his jaw out of her grip with a dark smirk. "I don't kiss, Baby," and with that his lips latch onto the side of her neck once more.

He knows you'd be hurt if you found out what he's doing and a mixture guilt and anger surges through his body. His hands rip open her shirt, buttons flying across the room as he pushes her back as gently as he can manger with heat burning in his veins like liquid fire.

He knows he's no good for you, he's been trying to tell you since you confessed but you refuse to listen.

'I like you, Jungkook. More than just a friend.'

Those words bring a large wave of euphoria before drowning him as reality drags him deeper.

'I'm disgusting,' he thinks as his fingers reach for the zipper of his jeans. 'She's so amazing, so perfect, yet she wants to be with someone like me. Someone who uses women for nothing more than pleasure. I'm as hideous as that piece of shit I'll never call a father.'

Before Jungkook can protest the red head brings her lips to his neck, sucking a dark bruise onto the side of his neck and he hisses, too far gone in testosterone to stop her at this point.

'Y/N will hate me anyways, it's probably better if she does.'

Jungkook fully loses himself, letting himself get submerged in nothing but thoughts of you.

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