𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎.

O2 : putty

his cock is in her mouth when he tells her that "jieun's dating soohyun".

and when he comes, letting out a groan while she licks a stripe of his essence from the base up to the tip— in case it drops on her dress since she's such a drama queen with a penchant for keeping a clean image— she simply shrugs and tucks him back up and says, "i know."

he stops then stares hard at her in question.

she knows?

"then why?" he wanted to ask, gaping at her as he recalls the time she kept on droning about how she wants him to make a move on jieun since he's her biggest fan.

he even regretted admitting his admiration for the older girl repeatedly in public and in private simply because yerim always try to pair him up with someone that isn't her ("don't mope, egghead. i'm only going to date someone from the fandom."); she's just that annoying.

if he was glad that she had been done with her jikook phase a year ago (right after being told that jimin is in a relationship with a certain idol from a famous entertainment company), it had been short-lived as her attention drifted elsewhere that involved him and his merry band of idiots going on-air in a radio show with him confessing his love for lee jieun's music, personality and professionalism.

what started as a mere admiration of his became an obsession to kim yerim.

when he went home late that night, sneaking in her room without kim taehyung's knowledge and a warning from his leader to come back early, he was bombarded with greeting of: "so, i was going on tumblr and i read this smut piece about you and jieun and i thought, maybe, you should read it, too."

six seconds later, he's back lounging in bts' dorm with namjoon quirking a brow at him.

"she heard about jieun."

namjoon blinks and nods. "ah."

the older has a high iq for a reason.

"i just do," she tells him with a shrug before smoothing her dress with her fingers and acting oh-so nonchalant as if she wasn't kneeling on the bathroom floor few seconds ago with her mouth engulfing his cock.

he isn't bothered as he stares at her pouty and swollen lips but he hopes that she'll leave it as it is because jesus fuck, she looks so hot.

"besides, i'm not as dumb as i try to look. you think we don't get find out by people just out of pure luck?"

he shakes his head, swallowing hard and doing everything that he can to stop looking at her lest he wants his dick to do the talking for him; too bad for him, the noise outside the bathroom door indicates that such desires must be set aside.

he hates awards shows for this. he'd rather be snuggled up under the bed with her— even if she talks about her fantasies of him and jieun.

you can only do so much in such a public event.

speaking of...

"are you going to present an award with someone? what would it be?" he asks, dragging the words while his eyes glides down to his feet— at his new shoes to hide his face from her stern gaze. "actresses almost always go on stage with actors on that kind of thing."

if she hears the underlying jealousy, she ignores it, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and admiring the silver earring that glints back at her through her reflection in the mirror. "mm," yerim hums, "i'm going with yeo jingoo. you know, the guy from—"

"i know him," he interjects, remembering that one guy from the drama— about the vampire girl, was it? the one with the historical drama, too... right?— that he hardly followed; dramas were never his thing, anyway.

he knows him, though. and it still comes a surprise to him that someone new like her in the industry could be paired up with him. not that he's questioning her acting skills, no, it's just that he's so happy for her.

hadn't she told him multiple times about her goal? to get out of taehyung's shadow? of proving her parents that she'll succeed in her own rights without them backing her up— of people knowing who she is as a person and an actress and not as simply junho and yeorang's youngest daughter and kim taehyung, international idol's, little sister.

in little less than ten months, she's starred her first drama as a lead female, snagged a rookie actress award recently and is now attending an music show to— hopefully!— hand him and his members a trophy.

what he'd give to be on a stage with her.

"which award are you presenting, then?"

she shrugs again, fixing her hair before turning her head to look at him dead in the eye, smirking a little. "best dressed, i suppose. i don't think i'm cut out to give anything from the holy trinity."

he nods, looking back at her and surprising himself when his eyes rakes over her form again, breathing out the words "can we fuck? like a quickie?" because jesus fucking christ, she really looks so fucking hot.

she really needs to wear dresses more for him— preferably with nothing on underneath. how he'd love to sweep her hair on one side and do those things he sees in movies. like undressing her with him behind her, helping her pull down that tiny zipper, kissing and laving her skin with his lips and tongue, inch by inch, as he reveals her soft skin so his eyes and hands can feast on them after.

yerim laughs at him, mocking and aloof. "you're such a hormonal fifteen-year-old—"

jeongguk grounds out, "i'm not—"

"— and no."

zipping him back up (even though he didn't realize that he really is about to take off his pants) after saddling close to him, lips on his in a teasing brush, she pats his cheek then walks past him and out the bathroom.

it is only when she stands next to jingoo did her eyes meets his again, thick lashes brushing on her cheeks as she breaks that short moment for her hands ghost over his hands to give him the award that they won.

when she looks at him again, there's a wide grin on his face, blinding enough to make her move farther away from him, faster than necessary, as taehyung tugs him back to their line, namjoon starting their speech— thanking their stylists and company for providing what's best for them.

she doesn't tell him about how she wanted to screw him, then. doesn't tell him how seeing him in a crisp suit made her stomach twist in something that jikook fanfictions used to do. doesn't tell him about how she itches to take it off of him and just feel his skin on hers and just breath him in and consume him and kiss him and make love to him and fuck his brains out if that was ever possible because—

she's almost in love with him.

almost.

and she doesn't tell him.

* UNEDITED // one more chapter for this and it's the end jsdjsdsj. istg, i love this kind of writing and i got inspired from colubrina from ff.net ♡ she's my queen. too bad i really can't write as good as her. lmao, this is pretty irrelevant but anywho!!