Two Weeks - BTS JungKook Fanfic

Sweeter Revenge

When it comes to getting revenge I prefer going for gold. It is not enough to get a little bit of revenge sometimes. Every now and then going full on and coming up with an epic plan for revenge is begged for by a situation.

Subsequently I made sure Claudia would struggle to steal work or identities in future. I had extended an invitation to a reporter who was well known for exposing frauds, promising her the fashion show would be worth interrupting her day off. The glint in Olivia's eyes was more than worth the difficulty I had getting her private number.

For a good week there was a lot of buzz surrounding the show focused on Claudia's scam. My favourite part was not where they showed her looking like death warmed up while I delivered my little speech, but where I offered to pay for identity therapy and asked for people to forgive her poor choices. I also offered to help her get a job placement once her therapist agreed to it.

She would never forget the consequences of her dishonesty.

The rest of the show passed in a glittery blur. I received praise for my work and for the graceful way I handled the viper named Claudia. Kookie had been waiting backstage for me with his bandmates and a proposal to work on a collection with them. They were a crazy bunch, full of positive energy and enthusiasm.

I made yet another promise to meet up with them as soon as I got back from tying up my loose ends in London. I snuck off to a room at the back and pulled out some paper and pencils, bursting with ideas and an irrepressable need to do some speed sketches. I figured I'd have 20 minutes to get some done before Kookie caught me.

He didn't even notice I was gone. I sought out his friend, Nam Joon, I think he said he was called and gave him the folder with the sketches. He poked through, and spoke to me at length in English, suprising me with his knowledge of fashion terminolgy. Kookie came by just as I was agreeing to meet up with Nam Joon the next day. A flash of guilt at being caught working was chased away by my happiness at seeing him. I headed off his words with a quick kiss and bounced off to find my bag and jacket so we could leave to get ready for the after party that evening, Nam Joon's loud laugh and teasing peppered the air.

I stretched out in the shower while hot water drummed a simple, fast rhythm over my aching muscles. I was regretting my decision to work the next day but it had to be done if I was ever going to afford a house over here. My collection of business cards had been spread over the table and I was sorting them into groups before getting in.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I missed Kookie joining me and leaving. I walked into our room and noticed he was in a bathrobe, water dripping down his hair. I grabbed a small towel, directed him to a chair and proceeded to dry his hair for him. As I got to the front of his head I realised neither of us had said a word. I hitched up my bathrobe and straddled his lap. His hands stayed by his side while mine worked on his hair.

I threw the towel into the bathroom and wrapped my arms around him. I leaned back a little so I could kiss him.

"What did you think of..." he started to ask me something but I didn't want to talk. I could see the question in his eyes. I kissed him hungrily and wriggled on his lap, displacing the bathrobe. He lifted me and impaled me with his erection, moaning as he slipped inside me.

I watched his face as I rode him slowly, relishing the way his eyes burned me. He lifted me up and carried me over to the wall, pinning me with his body. He drove himself into me repeatedly and I could feel scorch marks on the wall behind us.

I knew exactly what he wanted to hear and, ignoring the possibility that someone might hear me, I let myself moan his name louder and louder, instead of holding it in. With one last shout my orgasm squirted out, but he didn't stop. He changed his angle so his strokes were shallow and kept our bodies connected. I squirted again as he shouted his pleasure before lowering me to the floor.

"There will only ever be you, my love." I whispered.