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let me set the scene for you;
jeon jungkook is the high school sweetheart. he's hot, athletic, smart and kind. old people and animals and kids love him. he's the kind of boy you'd bring to your parents. the kind your parents would immediately approve of. but, he does have one flaw. he is very thick-headed and oblivious to everything .
so yeah, jeon jungkook may be the local heart throb but he's so unobserving of the fact that people think he's cute and that they may or may not wanna shag him, that honestly sometimes you wanna cut open his head to check if he doesn't have a sock for a brain.
he's so insecure in his own abilities and attractiveness sometimes that it's frustrating. he's so insecure in his own abilities and attractiveness sometimes that it's frustrating.
min yoonji is the ' bad girl. ' she's stunning, strong, sarcastic and also a self-proclaimed genius. all the teachers despise her, despite her being a straight-a student and every one over the age of 50 identifies her as the local trouble maker. she hates the seniors at school with a fiery passion (probably has something to do with her older brother, yoongi) and despises any child between the ages 5 and 13. but she's not all that bad. nobody knows this (or they choose to ignore this fact) but min yoonji is a big, adorable softie.
but min yoonji is also brutally honest and straight-forward. unlike mr.jeon, yoonji knows what she wants and doesn't find any problem in telling people what exactly that may be. this is a brilliant thing for people like jungkook, who needs things like this spelt out for him, but a horrible thing for people who detest confrontation. sometimes she is so ruthlessly blunt and uncaring of people's comfort zones that you sometimes want to cut open her chest to check whether or not her heart is made of ice or stone.
long story short, min yoonji and jeon jungkook are in their junior year of high school. min yoonji is the mean, bad girl with a soft side, and jeon jungkook is the cute, oblivious heart throb.
oh, and did I forget to mention that they have both been pining over each other since freshman year. no biggie, right?
so, during the school’s week-full, mandatory camping trip, the most fanfiction-y, cliché, cringy, rom-com-y thing ever happens. some assholes (park jimin and her boyfriend, kim taehyung) thought it funny to harass yoonji and jungkook and lock them in a storage room. a fucking storage room! and yoonji thought it best to utilize the situation and bust out some of her signature brutal honesty.
now, I would like you to know that this particular storage room was one of many on the large camp called, kaypop (weird name, we noticed.) it also happened to be the smallest one, leaving yoonji and jungkook nothing less than about 13 inches separating their bodies. so the awkward tension was already hanging thick in the atmosphere.
unfortunately though, yoonji either didn’t pick up on this fact or effectively ignored it.
“do you like me?” she asked. her tone was flat with just a tiny bit of nervousness lacing it, because no matter how hard she tried to keep up her cool facade, she was still just a teenage girl and the idea of rejection and embarrassment still scared her.
“w-what?” jungkook replied. it wasn’t that he hadn’t heard her correctly (jeon jungkook, oblivious as he may be, was not deaf) it was just his automatic response to things that he hadn’t processed or things that were going through the process of comprehension.
she moved forward and slammed her hands at the side of his head, effectively trapping him and making the situation a million times more awkward. sadly, she seemed to have slammed her hands too hard on the planked, wooden wall and consequentially caused one of the bottles, from the shelf situated right above them, to fall directly on her head.
“ow,” she removed one of her hands cornering jungkook to rub at the top of her head. she looked so cute and adorable and small, that jungkook resisted the urge to coo at her.
“oh my- oh my god, are you oka-” he bent down to ask her but was cut off mid-sentence by her.
“yes i’m fine,” she said bringing her hand back up again and cornering him once more. “just answer the question. do. you. like me.
”y-you mean like, like like?” he asked, audibly gulping. he was pretty sure this was some trick that yoonji was playing on him. maybe taehyung and jimin were in on it too. maybe everyone was. maybe the entire universe just wanted to fuck with him. it was probably god getting him back for all those times he called satan ‘daddy’ or for that time he pretended to worship heechul’s pet duck, bread. that gag had gone on for about a month or so, he still had his bread shrine up in his room. jesus probably hated him.
“yeah. like like,” yoonji answered. her face turned pink and she turned her head downwards. adorable.
“um,” jungkook didn’t really know how to respond. his tiny turkey brain had liquefied and he couldn’t form proper sentences anymore. but for real, what even are you supposed to do in situations like this?
“yes,” fuck. that was not what he was supposed to say! he was supposed to play it cool. supposed to not give a clear affirmation but not exactly turn her down either, so that if she really did like him he could build on that.
yoonji sighed in relief and her shoulders sagged. she looked up at him again, “thank god,” she whispered.
then she straightened up again. all her previous confidence and boldness returning once again. it was as though a flip switched in her head.
“do you wanna bone?” she asked shamelessly.
“h-huh?” once more, jungkook heard what she said, he just couldn’t comprehend it. was min yoonji, the min yoonji asking to engage in sexual intercourse with him? him? this couldn’t be real. surely he was hallucinating. yeah that was it. he was hallucinating, probably because of that wonky candy bar seokjin sunbae had given him during lunch.
yoonji’s stature faltered after jungkook didn’t answer immediately. had she been to abrupt? did he not like her anymore? did he not like doing it with it girls? was he asexual? either way, yoonji fucked up. again. it was like that time she asked suran out all over again.
jungkook couldn’t have been more confused. yoonji seemed nervous. did that mean that this was real and not just some game jesus was playing in him because he worshiped a duck for an odd month or so. and holy shit, if it was real and not a trick, min yoonji must have the worst taste in guys ever. well, it wasn’t like jungkook was bad or abusive or narcissistic. in fact he made sure to always take good care of his partners during relationships. and his past two breakups had ended on good terms, he and taehyung were still friends after all. it was just that she could have done so much better. but fuck, the universe was giving him an opportunity to be with an awesome person and he’d be a fool not to take it.
“yes,” oh, fuck him. fuck him and his liquid caterpillar brain. he was not supposed to say that. i mean, he was going to say yes , it was just that he was going to word it differently. he wanted to seem cool and calm and collected. now he just came off as horny and desperate.
“good. good,” she muttered to herself before getting upon her tippy toes (fuck height, man) and pulled him in for a kiss.
jungkook was so fucking shook that he forgot to kiss back. don’t worry though, he got back on track and wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her in closer.
her hands made their way to the buttons of his jeans. “is this okay?” she asked, pulling back.
“um, ye- yeah,” he stuttered, crossing his arms and leaning back, trying to make himself look cool.
“ok,” yoonji stifled a laugh behind her hand before popping his button and pulling his zipper down. “ dork,” she added softly.
“ what? me? dork? ME?” jungkook asked in disbelief.
“uh, yeah. who else would it be? Me? ”
“uh, yes! I saw all of your plushies when i went to yoongi sunbaenim’s for the recording session.”
“that son of a bitch,” yoonji muttered under her breath before tugging jungkook’s jeans down.
“calm down, hello kitty. ” jungkook smiled, tilting yoonji’s chin and pulling her in for another kiss.
“shut the fuck up,” yoonji whispered, their faces still just centimeters away.
“is this okay?” jungkook asked, his hands bunched in her miniskirt.
“mhm,” she nodded lightly before moving to kiss a line from his jaw to his ear.
jungkook’s breath hitched as she licked a wet stripe on his lobe.
“yoonji,” jungkook whispered. “take off your shirt.”
“you first,” she smirked, stepping out of her skirt pooled at her ankles and giving jungkook some space (very little space. they’re in a broom closet, goddamnit) to undress.
he pulled his shirt over his head and began slowly peeling off his jeans, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time.
it felt like a spirit had come over him. the spirit of a sexy, horny stripper that was way too confident. but yoonji seemed into it and he really hoped that the stripper in him didn't have better things to do. who was he kidding, they probably didn’t, because min yoonji was the best thing to do.
“good job, baby,” yoonji pulled her shirt off. “may i?” she asked, and after receiving confirmation, palmed jungkook over his boxers.
he didn’t know what was more of a turn on, yoonji calling him baby, yoonji’s hand on his dick, or yoonji’s mostly nude body. it was probably a combination of all three.
“wait,” he said kissing her. he moved lower, sucking hickies into her neck. “ this okay?” he asked, scratching his nail over the clasp of her bra.
yoonji reached her hand behind and undid the clasp herself. jungkook pushed down the straps down her shoulders slowly, savoring every moment and expression that colored yoonji’s face.
as soon as the fabric hit the ground, their roles were reversed, with jungkook being the one pressing yoonji to the wall.
“someone’s gotten cocky,” yoonji smirked as she snaked her hand round his waist and slipped it into the elastic of his boxers to cup his ass.
“‘cocky?’ more like i’m super fucking horny and will combust if you tease me any longer,”
“ok, baby,” yoonji giggled as she pulled her hand out of his boxers and smacked him on the ass. “Condom?”
“jeans,” he said turning around and bending (kinda. you can’t really bend in a broom closet. ) and picking up his jeans.
“nice view,” yoonji commented as he got up and started searching his pockets for a foil packet. “i think your ass may be better than mine.”
“i think your boobs are better than mine.”
“unarguably so,” she smiled as she shimmied down her underwear.
“found i-” jungkook lost his voice as he turned back to see the min yoonji naked in front of him. his jaw was open so wide you could probably fit an entire football in there.
“good,” she gave a cheeky smile and turned around, putting her ass on display. “quick, kookie. i don’t want you imploding on my watch,” she said wiggling her ass abit.
“y-yeah- yeah i- yeah,” jungkook sputtered out. He pulled off his boxers, rolled on the condom and aligned himself with yoonji’s entrance. “i-i’m putting it in, okay?”
yoonji nodded her head in confirmation, pushing back a little to express her urgency.
jungkook pushed in with a moan as yoonji closed her eyes and braced herself against the wall.
“h-how do you want it?” jungkook asked, rotating his hips in experiment.
“h-hard and fast, please,” yoonji whimpered.
jungkook nodded. he placed his hand over yoonji’s against the wall and intertwined their fingers. his other hand moving to stroke up and down yoonji’s waist, sometimes momentarily moving up to cup her breasts or tease a nipple.
he started thrusting. slow at first, building up a rhythm and delving in her heat. but his movements soon became faster, harder. more animalistic.
he was an athlete and having an athlete’s body came with many benefits. one of them being able to move fast for long amounts of time without stopping, and he planned on using that to his full advantage.
“fuck- you’re so tight and wet. Fuck ,” he grunted, resting his head on her shoulder and peppering kisses down her neck.
yoonji replied with a moan. she turned to look at jungkook their shared saliva dripping down her chin, her eyes glossy, her hair a mess and her lips swollen from kissing and she looked… ethereal.
min yoonji was a drug and jeon jungkook was already addicted. she was and had been driving him crazy and he was sure that he’d walk out of here a madman (or a crazed hippie, at least.)
“fuck, yoonji. yoonji, stick your tongue out,” he gasped, his hand cupping and kneading her breast.
she complied and jungkook moved closer to her. he untangled his hand from hers to brace her head as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. he slowed down his thrusts, focusing on the kiss because he was a hundred percent sure he would cum otherwise.
yoonji moaned into his mouth as he pinched and teased one of her nipples between his thumb.
she broke the kiss, leaving a string of saliva to connect them. “kookie, b-baby, i-i need- please, ” she whined.
jungkook resumed his thrusting, going harder than ever. the sounds of skin slapping on skin and moans filled the expanse of the tiny broom closet and jungkook wouldn’t have been surprised if someone had heard.
“fuck, yoonji. i-i’m gonna cum,” he grunted. His thrusts were becoming more erratic, less like a rhythm.
“ Ah,” he spilled into the condom with a cry, his thrusts slowing down before coming to a complete stop. he rested his head on her shoulder again, panting and sweating.
he pulled out and removed the condom. he tied it up and put it on top of a shelf, to throw out later. (he wasn’t gonna put that it in his pocket, people.)
yoonji was still leaning her forehead against the wall and panting. she looked so beautiful, jungkook was about to lose his fucking mind.
he grabbed her hips and turned her around. Her face was blushing scarlet and she had lines on her forehead from resting her head on the wood of the closet wall for too long, but somehow she still looked like a goddess. (or maybe jungkook’s love sick goggles were making him as blind as velma without her really good,” yoonji smiled goofily.
“not quite, princess,” jungkook cleared some space behind him by kicking out a few cans, buckets and brooms to some corner of the cramped space, and got on his knees in front of her. He slung her knee over his shoulder and made an experimental lick to her core.
“jungkook, what are you-” she was cut off by a moan so cheap-porn, hentai like that eve she was surprised that it came from her. but it seemed to work wonders on jungkook’s confidence because it resulted in him licking a firmer stripe across her core.
“good?” he asked, looking up at her for approval.
she nodded and buried her face in her hands.
jungkook chuckled and turned his attention back to the task at hand, pressing kisses and softly sucking on her clit.
he inserted first one, then two, and then finally three fingers in her and worked her open as his mouth continued to work on her clit.
her legs were trembling and when he lightly scraped his teeth across her clit, she grabbed him by the hair and let out a series of whimpers, curses and moans that were so filthy, that it made jungkook feel like he’d have to bathe in holy water after this whole endeavor. (he won’t though, cause satan is daddy.)
when she finally stilled and the death-grip she had on his hair (that he actually liked. kinky ) loosened he stood up and kissed her.
“jeon jungkook,” yoonji said in an imperialistic, commanding tone.
“yes?” he asked hesitantly. this was it. the part where yoonji told him it was just a big prank or when he woke up in a hospital after being in a coma for 8 years, or when whatever drug he was on weared off and he sobered up to realize that he jerked off in the middle of a grocery store or something. jungkook couldn’t decide on which was worse. probably the grocery store one. no use in fantasizing now though. he’d find out soon enough.
“Be my boyfriend?” yoonji asked in a voice so small and adorable that jungkook was pretty sure he could fit her in his pocket.
but then his brain registered what she said and he short-circuited.
“ yes! A million times yes! ” he squealed and pulled her in for a tight hug.
“thanks,” she said burying her face in his shoulders. “ dork .”
“my pleasure,” he kissed the crown of her head. “ dork. ”