"Strip or make out with me," Jungkook said blatantly while gazing intently into your soul with no apparent shame.
You're seated right next to your boyfriend, Taehyung, and Jungkook is telling you to make out with him all because you chose dare.
***
Jungkook reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a foil packet, ripping it off with his teeth as he smirks at you and kneels up, pulling a condom to his considerable length.
"I can be better than him, Y/N," he murmurs in your ear, breathing swiftly as he positions the head of his erection at the entrance of your sex. "Let me show you how." He whispers, and he slams into you.
"Aargh!" You cry.
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Started: 1/2/22
Ended: 8/18/22
*The images are I used in this story are NOT mine. Credit to the original creators I don't own them. Character/story/plot everything belongs to me -> don't plagiarize.*
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.