'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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CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
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♠︎ YOU
You'd decided on a new tactic: avoidance.
After your heartbreaking conversation with Jungkook, you'd fled back to your bedroom from his - albeit not quickly, due to the stiffness in your limbs - and since then, you'd cried, watched Princess and the Frog, and then cried some more, mainly at the memory of having watched it in Jungkook's arms in this very bed. Eventually, you cried yourself back to sleep.
When you woke up again at noon, it was to your phone pinging.
It was a message from Kami - your editor.
Kami: how's the article coming along, doll? haven't heard from you in a while! 😘
You sighed, locking your phone again without responding and tossing it back into the sheets.
Maybe if you'd given me longer than two weeks to turn the article around, Kami, I'd have taken the time to text you, you grumbled internally, realising you only had a few days left to finish the article, and you still had yet to even interview Jungkook for it. A pang rang through you at the thought of having to conduct that interview now, in light of what had happened between you this morning. You shoved it down, anxious at the thought of how much work you still had to do to get the piece written.
But this, you realised, might actually be exactly what you needed today. You didn't want to face Jungkook. Or Taehyung. And you especially did not want to have to meet Yooba in this state. All of the new guests and the boys would be gathered downstairs, and it would be painful to have to put on a facade all day when your eyes were already swollen from crying.
So instead, you clambered out of the sheets, still wincing a little, and got to work.
You worked for hours on end. You had yet to transcribe your notes from interviewing Jimin, plus you'd recently added more notes from talking to Jin and Hobi, and on top of that, you needed to decide on how you were going to link them all into one cohesive editorial piece. In the end, you decided to grant each member their own section; a little basic, admittedly, but you weren't feeling at the top of your writing form right now.
You wrote and wrote and wrote, only breaking to use the bathroom, losing yourself in the pages until you could almost, for a few minutes at a time, forget what had happened this morning. It threatened to come crashing back at times, tears pricking in your eyes, but you pushed on, pushed it down, pushed it away, and wrote.
