You slowly open your eyes, feeling something wet on the side of your neck. Your eyes fly open when you realise that wet feeling was caused by Jungkook, who's head was tucked into your neck. You squeal slightly, pushing him away from you by his shoulders. He chuckles eyeing your neck before mumbling, "Too late. I did it already."

You gasp, jumping out of bed and running to the mirror in your bathroom. You crane your head up, groaning when you see the mark Jungkook had left on your neck in a very visible place. You run back into the bedroom, steam practically coming out of your ears.

Jungkook was sat on the bed, propped up on his elbows with an evil smile on his face. Your eye twitches as you grab a pillow, shouting, "Jeon. Jungkook. Who gave you the right to give me a hickey?!"

You inch closer to him as Jungkook chuckles in nervousness, sitting up and putting his hands out in defence before mumbling, "Well, I thought it was okay to mark what's already mine-"

You cut him off, fist clenching as you lift the pillow up, a furious expression on your face, "JUNGKOOK!"

And then you proceed to beat him up with the pillow in your hand, climbing on top of him as he laughs, trying to protect himself.

Somehow, after the whole battle, instead of you being on top of Jungkook it ended with Jungkook being on top of you, hands pinning down your wrists to the side and pillow out of sight. Well, it was kind of obvious this would happen considering the fact that he had muscles and rows of abs while all you had was noodle arms and love handles. Jungkook smirks down at you, eyes burning into yours in victory.

You gulp, realising the position you were in being extremely similar to the one you were in with Jungkook a few nights before. Your cheeks immediately become a bright shade of red as Jungkook examines the mark he had managed to make. He smirks, "Wow, it looks really good. Now everyone will know that you belong to me-"

You cut him off, rolling your eyes, "Oh really? Well maybe you could've done it with my permission then-"

Jungkook interrupts your sentence, smirk deepening, "Oh so that means you don't mind me giving you a hickey?"

You widen your eyes at how the conversation ended up like this, averting your gaze elsewhere. Jungkook leans down just a bit before mumbling, "Can I do it again then?"

You gulp, not knowing what to say at all. Your eyebrow twitches in nervousness as you try to find the correct words to say. As much as you tried, nothing came out of your mouth. Before you knew it, Jungkook had leaned down further, pressing his lips against another, more visible spot on your neck and beginning to suck. Your eyes widen, fists and jaw clenching at the sensation. You take in a deep breath, heart beating faster and faster with each passing second. Jungkook just didn't seem to stop, and somehow his tongue was also involved now too. You could feel a moan about to come out the back of your throat but you suppressed it, not wanting to give in. Jungkook moves to a spot underneath your jaw, kissing and sucking harder. After a good few seconds of trying to control your own sound effects, your body betrays your mind, causing a low moan to erupt from the back of your throat.

Jungkook smirks against your neck, pulling back and moving towards your ear instead. He whispers, "If you keep making those noises I might end up doing more than just giving you a few hickeys."

Your face burns a bright red.

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"Uh, Y/N, I'm not one to talk about female fashion, but I'm confused as to what kind of look you're trying to pull with that hair-" Bruno says, eyeing your hairstyle. You had parted your hair down the middle, bringing each side around your face and tying it up at your chin, as to hide your neck. Jungkook snorts at this remark, covering his mouth as to not erupt in laughter. You flash him an annoyed glare, sighing before mumbling, "I wanted to try this hairstyle out so leave me be!"

Jungkook smiles, picking up a piece of bacon and tossing it in his mouth. You scoot away from him, not having an appetite to eat anything.

Jungkook laughs internally at the sight of you being shy in front of him. He realises that he might have possibly done something along the lines of this when he was drunk a few nights prior. He couldn't help but replay the image of you lying down under him with red cheeks; saying he was obsessed would be an understatement. Even as you were coming downstairs Jungkook forced you to sit next to him by grabbing you, stopping you from sprinting away from him. And now here you were, trying to get as far away from him as possible without attracting his attention. Jungkook, however, noticed your form moving away from him and slowly inched closer to you as well before finally getting sick of it and deciding to tease you again.

Jungkook couldn't help it, he loved teasing you and he also loved seeing how shy you would get after. He gives your hoodie and shorts a side-eye before smirking to himself. He lifts his hand, moving it under the table and resting it on your bare thigh.

You flinch, your conversation with Mizuki stopping mid-way when you felt his other cold, silver ring pressed against your thigh. Mizuki raises an eyebrow, a smirk coming onto his face as he watches you and Jungkook closely.

You try to not be obvious, moving your hand down and pressing it onto Jungkook's to get him to rest his hand somewhere else. Jungkook refuses to budge though, firmly gripping your thigh even harder.

You sigh in defeat, giving up on trying to move his hand since he was a hundred times stronger than you. Jungkook takes your surrender as a good sign, smiling to himself as he drank some orange juice. Somehow, Jungkook didn't feel satisfied with this action alone, and decided to take it a step further, sliding his hand further and further up your thigh, his fingers dangerously close to a place where they shouldn't be.

You flinch again, face burning red. You immediately stand up, and Jungkook removes his hand from your upper thigh. You send him a death glare, mumbling, "Jeon, do you really wanna die today?"

Jungkook smiles, shaking his head as the whole table stares at the two of you in confusion. He speaks, "I dunno what you mean, I haven't done anything."

You close your fists tightly and speak between clenched teeth, "I'm gonna kill you."

You grab his shirt, pulling him so he was close to your face. His smirk never falls, only deepens. You look into his eyes before whispering, "You're not the only one who can play games. It's on."

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A/N: bit of a light and cute chapter with loads of fluff. hope you enjoyed!

love,

nim