'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 ~...
sorry for the delay but to make up for it, this is a HELL of an update - 7,000 words!
expect spice here, because i am RILED UP after namjoon's weverse post, y'all. my man saw jungkook's recent antics and was like... hold my bicycle, bitch.
anyway - this is a longer chapter, but one you will definitely enjoy 😉
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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
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♠︎ YOU
When you woke up the next morning, you were alone - and nursing a horrendous hangover.
A dry, swollen sensation clogged your mouth as your stomach churned, making you try to sit up - but your head throbbed so badly that you dropped back down onto the pillow. The pain behind your eyes was dull and consistent, and you could still taste the acrid rum on your tongue.
Fuck. Exactly how much had you drunk last night?
Though your stomach roiled violently, you weren't one to throw up when you were hungover. On the less fortunate side, however, you were one to remember pretty much everything that had happened the night before.
And though some people preferred it that way, you would much rather forget any and all indiscretions.
Like, for instance, making Jungkook - a man you were still in the midst of trying to beat - carry you upstairs, or shower you, or put you to bed.
And before all of that... Taehyung's confession.
"Oh god," you wailed, pressing a palm to your clammy forehead as all of the memories came back to you at once. It came out in a hoarse whisper. "What have I done."
As if on cue, a knock came at your bedroom door. You could only moan feebly in response, and then Nia was breezing in.
"Ew," she wrinkled her nose at the sight of you. "What the hell happened in here?"
"Nia," you croaked out, eyes pricking with tears as you reached for her from below the covers. Her gaze softened.
"Oh, no," she murmured, crossing the room and sitting down on the bed next to you, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. "It's that kind of a hangover, huh."
