'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 FIFTY ONE
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♠︎JUNGKOOK
Jungkook normally rose early in the mornings, but not today.
Last night, climbing into bed after that awful conversation, all he could think about was you. You, kissing him like your life depended on it. You, with hurt in your eyes as you walked away from him. You, telling him it was over.
You, on Taehyung's doorstep.
It played over and over again, like some kind of nightmarish loop in Jungkook's mind, unable to shut it off and get some sleep. It felt like a hand had closed over his heart and was squeezing it tight, shutting off all his vital signs. He tossed and turned, remembering every single detail he was begging his brain to forget.
Eventually, in the early hours, he drifted off, running on pure exhaustion alone.
So it wasn't until someone rapped loudly on his bedroom door at noon, that he finally roused from sleep.
At first, he was disorientated, unable to recall where he was or what had happened last night; but after a moment, it came back to him. The fist closed painfully over his heart once more, and he winced at it.
Before he could begin to replay the awful scene from last night another time, the knocker rapped loudly on the door again.
"Yeah," Jungkook groaned in it's general direction - but no one entered.
He huffed, climbing out of bed groggily and lumbering towards the door. It was nearly definitely Yoongi - or someone sent by Yoongi - who was being denied breakfast by Jin until everyone was gathered at the table.
But, just like you last night, Jungkook found him faced with someone he hadn't expected in the doorway.
"Oh," Jungkook's heart jolted. "Hi."
Yoora gave him a small smile. "Hey. Can I come in?"
He ran a hand instinctively through his messy hair, trying to tidy it a little. "Um," he said, glancing around as if this might be some kind of joke or mistake. "I mean... sure?"
Yoora flashed him a grin, wandering into his room.
Jungkook panicked. What the hell was Yoora doing here? And where were you? Were you, at this very moment, still tangled in Taehyung's-
No.
Jungkook stopped himself, taking a deep breath. He would not jump to conclusions, just because he was hurting, and he'd seen you at Taehyung's door last night. You wouldn't do that to him, no matter how drunk and emotional you were.
