'call me bunny one more time, and i'll f*ck you so hard you forget your own name.'
in which jungkook needs help becoming more dominant, and you are just the woman for the job.
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| dom!kook x brat!reader
| mature content
| complete
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@bangtanbagels ~...
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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
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♠︎ JUNGKOOK
"Jungkookie! Focus!"
Namjoon's sharp voice dragged him back into the moment - a moment in which, if he didn't move in the next half a second, he was going to be smacked in the face with a volleyball.
He ducked, but only just in time, and the ball deflected off his shoulder, pathetically bouncing into the sand to lose yet another point for his team.
Namjoon, clad only in swim shorts and a discerning glare, narrowed his eyes at him. "You're supposed to be our best player, Jungkookie. You know I can't play volleyball for shit."
"Me neither," nodded Hobi, from behind him - his other teammate in this game.
Jungkook glanced over at the other side of the net, where Jimin, Jin and Nia were celebrating another point. "Sorry," he mumbled, trying to get his head back in the game.
At first, when Yoongi had suggested you took your extended party of guests down to the beach for the day, Jungkook had been thrilled. Jungkook didn't feel right being stuck in the house all day, lounging around the pool. He was a mover. He liked to swim and run and play.
But now he was here, playing beach volleyball - something he was usually very good at - and he was losing, badly.
Because you were standing twenty feet away, at the mini drinks container they had wheeled down to the beach, talking to some guy.
Jungkook didn't know who he was. He must be one of Yoongi's friends who had arrived yesterday. But if you carried on stroking your fingers up and down his arm, he was going to hurl the guy into the sea and make sure he never came out again - Yoongi's friend or not.
Shit. Get a grip, he pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly very aware of the burning in his chest, that matched the burning sand beneath his feet. I thought you'd gotten a handle on the whole possessive thing?
"What's the matter?" came the teasing voice of Nia over the net now, who was grinning triumphantly. "I thought Jimcluck over there was supposed to good at sports?"
"Jimcluck?" Jungkook repeated incredulously, while Namjoon pointed a warning finger at her.
"You be careful," Namjoon told her, though a smile danced on his lips. "You're on thin ice."
