BRAT TAMER | jungkook ✔️

♠︎ three

CHAPTER THREE

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

Jungkook sighed, shutting Jimin's bedroom door. 

He knew he should go back to bed, down the corridor to his own room, but he wasn't tired yet. His brain was too awake, racing with thoughts of what had happened with Yoora earlier. He had been so full of determination in that bar, to prove to Yoora that he could be the man she wanted.

But how was he supposed to achieve it?

And why had he felt so unfulfilled by his activities with Jimin tonight?

He turned for the kitchen instead, stepping into the dark room and reaching into the refrigerator, searching for some leftover takeaway, when a voice startled him. 

"Can't sleep?"

"Jesus, hyung, you scared me," Jungkook clutched his chest as he gazed at Yoongi, standing beside him at the refrigerator. He was dressed in a dark hoodie pulled up over his long black hair, and he reached across Jungkook, pulling out a box of carrot sticks.

"So," Yoongi said, unfazed by Jungkook's shock. "I heard things didn't go too well with Yoora."

"How does everyone know about that," Jungkook whined.

"So what's the problem?" Yoongi continued, snacking on a carrot. "You're too young? Too old? Too famous? Too quiet?"

"Something like that, yeah," Jungkook sighed, unscrewing the cap on a bottle of water. "Apparently she wants a man more dominant than me. Like Namjoon."

Yoongi raised his eyebrow, gazing at Jungkook in the dim light of the refrigerator. "She said that?"

Jungkook nodded, sipping the cold liquid, feeling miserable.

"Damn," Yoongi smirked. "If I knew Yoora was a freak, I would have made a move myself."

The smirk was wiped off Yoongi's face as Jungkook death glared him. 

It was bad enough with Yoora name-dropping one of his band members. Jungkook knew Yoongi was sexually experienced, and his instincts told him he was pretty controlling in the bedroom himself.

He was probably exactly the kind of man Yoora was looking for.

"I don't know how to convince her, hyung," Jungkook confided in Yoongi. "I don't... think I know enough about sex to actually become better at it. Is that pathetic?"

Despite feeling foolish at his words, Yoongi took it seriously. He regarded Jungkook with dark, unwavering eyes.

"Let me ask you this," Yoongi said, snacking on another carrot stick. "How do you know what you like in the bedroom, hm? Have you tried it all out?"

Jungkook thought about it, and realised he knew two things, really, about what he enjoyed during sex.

One, is that he liked being dominant. His explorations with Jimin alone were enough to cement this. He liked the rush of it, the way he could bend others into doing what he wanted. 

And two - something deep inside him gained a lot of satisfaction when anyone called him 'daddy'.

But other than that - he was lost.

Yoongi eyed his younger friend shrewdly as though he could read his mind, and then placed a firm hand on his shoulder, leading him over to sit down at the kitchen counter.

"Jungkook," he said. "What you need is a bit more experience. And what I don't mean by that is just fucking Jimin all the time."

"But, Jimin is a sub," Jungkook pointed out innocently, though he blushed a little. "Isn't that good experience?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "It would be, if he put up any sort of a fight. But Jimin is the most babygirl submissive I've ever met."

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Have you and Jimin-?!"

"No," Yoongi shook his head, smirking. "But you and him aren't exactly quiet, you know. Sometimes I amuse myself and time how long it takes him to give in and do what you want. The longest he's ever gone is eight seconds."

Jungkook's jaw was now permanently hanging off its hinges.

"Anyway," Yoongi breezed on, clearly unfazed by this admission to having heard Jungkook and Jimin on multiple occasions. "Like I was saying, you need someone different. Someone who puts up a fight. Ever heard of a brat, for instance?"

He shook his head. There was no point pretending now that he was any more knowledgeable than he was. 

"A brat is a submissive who enjoys misbehaviour," Yoongi explained. "They like to push your buttons, to see how far they can go until you snap. It takes a lot of patience and concentration to put up with them. Much more difficult that dealing with a cute little babygirl like Chim."

Jungkook thought hard about this. This, perhaps, explained why he'd felt so unsatisfied earlier after sex, but he still wasn't convinced. "But... hyung, even if that would be good for me - how am I supposed to find one? Am I supposed to just approach every person I meet and ask them outright?"

"Actually... I might know someone," Yoongi said, his eyes brightening all of a sudden. "Remember that journalist who wrote the op-ed about Map of the Soul 7 a couple years back?"

Jungkook's brow furrowed at the sudden change of subject, trying to remember the journalist he was talking about. "Uh... yeah? Wasn't she a friend of yours?"

"We grew up together in Daegu," Yoongi nodded. "She's a full-time journalist but she still lives there. I think she writes freelance now. Oh - and she's a huge brat."

"How do you know that?" Jungkook asked, incredulous.

Yoongi shrugged. "We're very open about that stuff," he said casually. "Hey - I'll call her now."

Yoongi reached for his phone, but Jungkook stopped him.

"Hyung - but... it's midnight," he whispered, his stomach clenching in anxiety. It sounded intriguing in theory... but to call her up right now? It nearly made him break out in a sweat.

"Don't worry, Jungkook," Yoongi smiled knowingly, pulling his phone from his pocket. "She'll be awake."

Jungkook took a deep breath as Yoongi punched the numbers in, clicking the speakerphone on.

"And besides, she's just like you," Yoongi smirked, as the phone rang. "She never backs down from a challenge."

Jungkook opened his mouth to protest, but it was too late. 

Someone had answered the phone. 

    

  

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