'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 FORTY EIGHT
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♠︎JUNGKOOK
You weren't the only one drowning your sorrows in alcohol that night.
Jungkook polished off his fourth rum and coke, wincing a little at the burn of the rum as it slid down his throat. It was definitely not the best plan he'd ever had, drowning his sorrows, but at least it made the world a little fuzzier, and the pain in his chest a little duller. He glanced around the kitchen, which was still full, except now people were standing, milling around in a crowd of alcohol and music and laughter.
Jungkook did not much feel like laughing.
Across the room, near the back door, he could just about see you through the crowd of bodies. You were smiling, eyes shining in a way Jungkook recognised as intoxication (and also because he'd been watching you all night, and this was your third full glass of wine). Right now, you were locked in conversation with Taehyung - who you appeared to have forgiven very easily - and when you threw your head back at something he had said, it made Jungkook feel murderous.
So no, Jungkook did not feel like laughing along with the rest of the dinner party. In fact, he felt more like putting his fist through a wall.
He took a deep, steadying breath. This wasn't like him; he didn't fall out with his hyungs, or get drunk, or experience flashes of rage. It was just the alcohol, doing this to him - that, and the crushing realisation that leaving this island with you in his arms was not guaranteed after all.
But that didn't mean it was over just yet. Or that you wanted Taehyung instead, no matter how strangely paranoid the rum was making him at seeing you speak to him. Jungkook knew if he just gave you some space to think, you would be ready to talk about it eventually. He just had to be patient.
At that precise moment, three or four people jostled into Jungkook's line of vision, obscuring you from view. He craned his neck - but by the time they had cleared away, the back door was closed again, and you and Taehyung were gone.
Jungkook's blood boiled. Fuck patience, he thought.
He couldn't stop himself - not with this much rum in his system. Rising from the table, he stalked through the crowd, unable to cope with what he might find when he opened the terrace door. He flung it open anyway.
