Sexual | j.jk x reader ✓

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Namjoon had been getting ready for something about an hour ago, I was still in bed pretending to be asleep. I was just really tired and didn't want to open my eyes yet, but Namjoon had come up to my side of the bed and gently shook my arm.

"Hey, Y/n, I need you to wake up for me, dear." He says in my ear. I let out a sigh and open my eyes meeting with his. He smiles and walks away into his closet. "What are you doing up so early? Where are we going?" I ask, combing through my hair with my fingers.

"We're not going anywhere, but I have clients to attend to today. I might not get home until late tonight, if anyone knocks don't answer unless you know them and you can raid my kitchen, I don't mind." He says, tightening his tie. Mm, food sounds really good right now, I hadn't eaten much of a dinner last night.

I stretch and get out of Joons bed, walking out of his room and into the kitchen to make some breakfast. I didn't know when he had to leave, but hopefully I could make him some as well. The only problem was I didn't know if Joon even liked breakfast or what he did like.

I was about to walk back into Joons room when we bump into each other around the hallway corner. "Sorry, Joon! I didn't mean to do that." I fix his tie which my head ran into. "Don't worry, we're you making yourself some breakfast? I hope it was eggs and toast." He says.

"Well actually I was coming to ask you what you liked for breakfast, not knowing when you had to go work, I assumed I'd just make some for you and hope you'll be here to join me." I say. He looks at the stove clock, sets his bag down and takes my hand into the kitchen.

He lets go and sits down in front of the island counter and rests his head in his hands balancing on his elbows. "Cmon, Y/n. I have more than enough time to eat, now show me your mommy skills." He jokes. My face grows hot and I nervously laugh it off, trying not to show his comment affected me.

"I'm not a mom yet, Joon. I can't show you my 'mommy' skills, but I can show you my cooking skills." I say, get ingredients out to make his eggs and toast. "You said toast, but have you ever tried peanut butter, honey and banana sandwich? I used to eat it as a kid when I was home alone. It's really good!"

Joon thinks to himself, pondering if he should give it a try. "If such a cook like you approves of it, I'll give it a go. Don't get me high though I have work still." He says, I nod and happily start making Joon and I breakfast.

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   Joon had left for work minutes after eating together, we had nice conversations and he even asked me how I felt about everything that's been going on in general. It was really nice venting to someone that listened and actually cared while I was letting everything go.

I didn't really know what to do, I was always home alone when I lived with Jungkook, but now I want Namjoon's company really badly. I just hope he doesn't think he's a rebound or anything.

I hear a knock on the door that echoed through Joon's house, I reminded myself that Joon told me not to answer the door to anyone unless I knew them. I quietly walk over to the door and peak out of the glass panel, it was Jungkook.

He eyes were red, puffy and glossed over, his cheeks and nose were red and covered in dirt. Was he really drunk and showing up to Namjoon's place right now? I know Jungkook knows that I'm here, but he can't possibly be this stupid to show up and try to win me back.

"Joon! Open the door man, ugh- I think I'm gonna be sick-" I heard Jungkook's slurred words from outside, I sigh and mentally rip myself a new asshole as I unlock and open the door. Meeting with Jungkook puking in the bed of flowers next to the pavement. Seriously?

I grab his arm and drag him into the house, I close the door and Jungkook slugs himself over to the couch. He smelled ripe and reeked of alcohol, again, I wasn't surprised.

I went into the bathroom hoping to find some medical supplies to clean Jungkook up, all I found was Advil and alcohol pads. I grab a washcloth sitting on the side of the sink and run warm water. I soaked the rag and squeezed excess water out before walking back out to where Jungkook was.

He was giggling to himself like a weirdo. I sit down next to him and sit him up, gently washing away the dirt and dried blood, probably fell and busted his shit. Karma has a way of getting others in petty ways, I like it.

"Ow- that stings." Jungkook says, I had barely touched him with an alcohol pad and he was whining like a baby. "You're such a child, get over it." I remark. He looks at me with an annoyed look and then smiles. "You know, Joon, you're such a good guy." What? He knows it's me, right?

There's no way this idiot got so drunk that he can't even recognize faces or voices. Why did I marry this guy? "Thanks, you're gonna have to learn not to get so drunk. What if something had happened?" I ask. I didn't care if he recognized me, it was for the better.

"Nothing any worse than what I've been going though is bad, unless she died or loved someone else, nothing can get worse." He says. Oh so I don't count, I mentally curse myself for helping this pathetic asshole out while he's blabbering about some chick he loves.

"Where is she? Y/n I mean." He says, looking around the best that he could. What. "Uhm, she'll be here soon, but she doesn't want to see you." I say, pretending to be Joon is fun. "Mm, I can't blame her, I'm pathetic and such a fucking tool." He starts to tear up. Don't feel bad for him. Don't feel bad for him. He deserves this.

"Like my therapy isn't fucking working and I don't know why I'm like this. It hurts to see her hurt, but that's why I drink is because... is because I keep fucking hurting her." He says. Therapy? I remember someone texting him about that.

"Well, I kind of forgot, what's your therapy again?" I say. "How could you forget, you're the one who asked me to do it." He's such a child. "Just answer me." I say. "Well, since your dumb little head can't process it, you referred me to Sex Addicts Anonymous, you know, where they help you control urges to fuck constantly." He says.

Wow, this makes so much fucking sense. How come Namjoon didn't want to tell me this? I could have helped Jungkook out way more if I just knew. I didn't though, and now we're in this position.

"You're all cleaned up, let's get you to bed, tough guy." I say. He stands up and almost loses his balance until I scoop under his arm to balance him. We walk to Namjoon's guest room and he plops down on the bed. These sheets are white and I don't want Namjoon wondering why they are gonna be dirty.

I remove Jungkooks shoes and toss them to the side. He was already passed out. I sigh and close the door gently, hopefully not waking him up. I was about to turn around to head back to the living room to clean up the mess, but there he was.

"Uh- Namjoon?!"