Universal Truths: Toxic Edition | JJK

by wintrbears

Summary:

You took the risk of falling in love in a world where your perfect match is decided for you by the universe itself. When a name you never could've predicted appears on your wrist, you struggle to resist the intense connection between you and your soulmate.

Notes:

This fic is a cross posting from my tumblr blog of the same name. It was originally posted in December of 2025. It's an alternate version of my fic Universal Truths, but both stories can be read on their own.

You really freaking hate night games. The bright lights constantly hurt your eyes, the cold wind always nips at your skin regardless of how many layers you have on, and you’re usually too tired after a full day of classes to pay much attention. 

Alas, you’re a good girlfriend who supports her boyfriend in all his endeavors. So, here you are. 

Taehyung’s been playing soccer since he could kick a ball and not to be biased, but he’s easily the best defender on the team. 

The two of you met within the first month of your freshman year and although you’ve only been dating a year and a half, it feels like you’ve known him all your life. You’re hopeful that’s because he’s your soulmate, especially since you have no idea what you’ll do if he isn’t. 

At some point during young adulthood, a tattoo manifests on everyone’s skin indicating who their soulmate is. It’s impossible to deny the connection or change the individual you’re tied to, and it could be anyone from a stranger to your oldest friend. But even in a world where your perfect match is predetermined, many people, such as yourself, choose to enter into relationships. 

Maybe it’s reckless, or stupid, or both, but you fell in love with Taehyung the second you laid eyes on him and that feeling immediately trumped any caution within you. You also have no idea who your soulmate could be if it isn’t him. He’s the kindest, warmest, most wonderful man you’ve ever met. 

You feel a nudge at your side and turn towards his teammate’s girlfriend sitting beside you. Once she has your attention, she nods at a fellow student about three bleacher rows ahead of you. 

The poor thing is cheering her little heart out for the captain of the team, despite being destined for nothing more than a one night stand. 

Jeon Jungkook is best described as a goddamn soccer prodigy. He’s only a sophomore like you, but quickly rose up the ranks to become captain before the end of freshman year. None of the older players, including Taehyung, who’s a junior, even mind the upset because he’s just that good and his leadership has brought the team endless success. 

Besides his impressive soccer portfolio, he’s got quite the roster of women at his disposal. As in, pretty much a different girl in his bed every night. It’s not uncommon for people your age to sleep around since everyone is just waiting for their soulmate tattoo to appear, but Jungkook is particularly slutty. 

You certainly aren’t judging him for his choices, but you do feel bad whenever you see a wide-eyed, bushy-tailed young girl come to cheer him on. At a night game, no less.

“You would think they would know about his reputation by now,” your companion whispers to you. 

“I’m pretty sure they do, they just don’t care,” you respond. “I mean, I get it. Why not have some fun if you don’t have a soulmate yet?” 

She instantly side-eyes you.

“Then why are you dating Tae instead of ‘having some fun?’” 

See, Bella is dating her boyfriend because he’s her soulmate, so she has every right to question your decision to be with Taehyung without knowing if he’s yours. 

Nevertheless, you shrug. 

“Because I’m in love with him.”

The answer she’s heard a million times already causes her to sigh and look towards the field again. 

“Look, I know you are, but take it from someone who knows what a soulmate bond is like. When it happens, if it isn’t Taehyung, that love will disappear as though it never existed in the first place,” she explains. 

Even though you know she’s speaking from experience, you refuse to accept that. You’ll always love Taehyung whether he ends up being your soulmate or not. 

Both of your attention gets pulled away by a dramatic holler from below before you can continue the conversation. Jungkook’s fling for the evening is screaming over him scoring a goal, causing the man in question to blush bright red and bashfully scratch his nape. 

You and Bella giggle over the interaction as the girl sits back down upon realizing she’s the only one celebrating. 

Eyes perusing the field for Taehyung’s familiar head of black hair, you eventually find him defending the ball near the goal. He always looks undeniably handsome whenever he’s playing soccer with the wind in his hair and sweat on his brow. Truthfully, you can’t wait for the game to end so you can get your hands on him. 

The team wins, as usual, and you and Bella trek down the stands to greet your respective boyfriends once they’re done cheering in the center of the field with their teammates. 

Taehyung happily strolls across the turf to reach you by the fence surrounding the field and as soon as he’s close enough, he tugs you in for a passionate kiss. You proceed to giggle against his lips while he attacks you with rapid, celebratory pecks. 

“I’m so proud of you, handsome,” you tell him as your noses brush together. 

“Mm, thank you, my baby,” he replies following one last smooch. 

When you look to your left, you notice Jungkook and the bleacher girl not too far away. She’s eagerly rambling, most likely about how talented he is, while he just nods and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear so she thinks he’s actually listening. 

“The team’s going out for dinner, you up for joining?” Taehyung asks, pulling your attention back. You immediately nod since you can just hang out with Bella while he commemorates the win with his teammates. “Jeon, you coming out?” 

Jungkook’s head whips towards the two of you before he smiles at the invitation. 

“Nah, I’ve already got plans,” he answers with a wink. “Thanks for the invite, though.”

You watch as his companion’s face lights up when he takes her hand and leads her away from the field. Taehyung does the same to you not long after so you can head to his car together and meet the rest of the team at a local restaurant. 

Following the night out, you and Taehyung head to your place for a private celebration, just like he deserves. In the morning, you walk hand in hand to the dining hall for some shitty pancakes and scrambled eggs as you so often do on Saturdays. But at least it’s covered by tuition. 

You’re in the middle of dousing your food in syrup when Taehyung waves at someone walking in. As you glance up, you notice his illustrious soccer captain strutting in with his hoodie only halfway down his torso and a dark purple hickey staining his throat. 

“Morning,” he greets you both. 

Taehyung playfully salutes him. 

“Captain.”

“You look like you had a nice night,” you note.

Jungkook smirks and leans over on the back of a chair. 

“You have no idea.” Your boyfriend chuckles and high fives him while you merely roll your eyes. “Mind if I join you?”

You and Taehyung shake your heads in tandem, leading Jungkook to drop his wallet on the table so he can grab himself some food. 

Once you’re done eating, you pull out your homework to work on while Taehyung finishes eating and chats with your guest. There’s a party tonight at another teammate’s house and you have to get your biology assignment done before then or you’ll never complete it. 

Unfortunately, science isn’t your forte at all and within just five minutes, you’re damn near close to yanking your hair out. 

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung asks when he notices you huffing and puffing beside him.

“Biology,” you answer through gritted teeth. 

“Bio?” Jungkook questions, to which you nod. “What’s the chapter about?”

“Uh… plants?”

He giggles before standing up to move to the seat next to you. 

“I’m a biology major,” he explains. 

“Really?” After he nods, you quickly shove your book towards him. “Please, save me.”

Jungkook cordially smiles before turning his attention to the open page so he can help with the assignment. He ends up finishing the entire worksheet with you, including explaining each topic so you actually understand the material. Of course, you profusely thank him afterwards, but he just shrugs his shoulders and chuckles. 

“It’s no problem, Y/N,” he tells you. 

You run into him again later that night at the party. Well, you see him, but there’s no mingling because he’s busy getting his neck kissed by a different girl than the one from the night prior. She’s straddling his lap in the corner of the living room while he sinks his fingers into her hair and tips his head back so she has room to paint his skin in saliva. 

“Jesus,” you mumble under your breath while sipping from your red plastic cup. 

Taehyung chuckles when he catches the scene before turning to you.

“The single life, huh?”

“Couldn’t be me.” 

You wink and reach up on your toes to kiss him, causing him to smirk against your lips as his hand cradles your neck so he can prolong the affection.  

“Me either,” he whispers to you.

It seems like Jungkook isn’t the only insatiable one tonight because you only see Bella and her boyfriend for a couple minutes before they run upstairs for some privacy. Although, you and Taehyung end up following suit by sneaking away to an empty bedroom later in the evening. 

As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, your boyfriend clutches your face and walks you back to the bed so he can crawl over you. He continues kissing you for some time until he begins trailing his lips down your jaw and neck while you run your nails across his back over his shirt. 

He groans into your skin as his hips grind into you and his hands caress your bare skin just beneath your shirt. 

“Want you so bad, baby,” he whines. 

“Tae —”

“Oh, Jungkook!”

The unrecognizable voice causes you both to halt and glance at the wall where the sound is coming from. Upon focusing on your surroundings, you hear a bed frame aggressively slamming into the drywall followed by more loud moans. 

“Oh my god,” you cackle along with Taehyung. “Okay, I’m sorry. I can’t fuck you while listening to your friend get his rocks off.”

Taehyung nods in agreement before helping you up and playfully slapping your ass on the way out of the room. Thankfully, you locate an unoccupied bathroom for a quickie instead and although it isn’t as comfortable as a bed, you both leave the cramped space more than satisfied.  

You meet up with Bella a couple hours later when your boyfriend goes to play beer pong with his teammates. The two of you chat about school and hobbies you have in common while waiting for your respective boyfriends to return. Hers appears first and you wish them both goodnight before standing up to find Taehyung. 

While weaving through the crowd of students, you accidentally run into someone just as you’re turning the corner into the kitchen. 

“Woah.” The person instinctively grabs your arms to stop you from falling and when you glance up, you find the big, brown, boba eyes belonging to none other than the playboy bunny himself. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you answer as you step past him. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t mention it.” 

Your eyes survey his appearance and take note of a couple new hickies decorating his neck.

“You have fun?” 

“Sorry?” Jungkook responds with a face of confusion.

You giggle while gesturing at his throat.

“Taehyung and I heard someone quite enjoying her time with you earlier,” you explain. 

He immediately blushes dark red and starts scratching his nape.

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry. I mean, we were doing the same thing.” Although his face remains pink, your comment seems to relieve him of any embarrassment. “It must be hard juggling all those girls at the same time.”

Jungkook chuckles with a shake of his head.

“It isn’t by choice, trust me.” 

“What do you mean?”

Before he replies, he leans against the doorframe. 

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love casual sex. But I don’t sleep around because I’m a whore or anything. I’m just lonely,” he proclaims. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for my soulmate’s name to appear so I can finally be with them instead of…” He waves his hand around. “Whoever.” 

You frown while reaching out to pat his bicep.

“I’m sure you’ll find her soon, Jungkook,” you assure him. “Until then, just enjoy yourself.”

He smiles.

“Oh, I plan on it.”

After giggling over his response, you exchange brief farewells so you can continue your hunt for Taehyung. By the time you find him, you’re both tuckered out and ready to head home. He walks you back to your place before retreating to his own since he’s visiting his folks early in the morning. 

It’s with an unceremonious plop into bed that you begin the process of falling asleep. Between all the alcohol and the already long weekend, you’re in dreamland before your eyes can catch sight of ink slowly darkening on your wrist. 

When you wake up, a headache prevents you from fully returning to reality right away. So, you pop some pain pills and stretch the sleep from your body prior to stumbling towards the bathroom. Your eyes are barely open while you inspect your face in the mirror, but you still notice the dried makeup you forgot to wipe off last night. 

You quickly grab a face towel to remove the remnants of mascara and lip gloss. Once your face is clean, you notice a dark spot on your wrist and absentmindedly run the cloth across it, figuring it’s just from you testing your eyeliner the night before. 

Except it’s still there when you glance down and after your eyes finally focus on the mark, you realize it isn’t eyeliner at all. 

A scream erupts from your throat as the towel drops from your hand and you stumble back into the door. You try rapidly blinking as though that will make the new addition to your skin disappear, but it’s obviously useless, and the black cursive lines seem to stare you down with no remorse. 

“No,” you whisper. 

Without another thought, you flip the faucet on to attempt washing the tattoo off. Of course, you’re well aware there’s nothing you can do; that this can’t be solved by a splash of water, but you have to do something.

“Please,” you beg to whatever force or person oversees the universe. 

Over the sound of the running water, you faintly hear your phone vibrating against the countertop and when your shaking pupils locate the source, you see an unknown number flashing across the screen. Even though you don’t have their contact saved, you know precisely who it is because soulmate tattoos always appear in pairs. 

You helplessly stare at the device as it just rings and rings until your mind clicks back on and you shut off the faucet to answer the call with your opposite hand. Before lifting the phone up to your ear, you close your eyes and slowly inhale.

“Hello?”

The caller takes a deep breath of his own.

“Y/N.”

His voice instantly shatters something inside you and causes tears to well up in your eyes. 

“Ju — Jungkook,” you cry. “What do we do?”

It’s impossible to stop yourself from collapsing onto your bathroom carpet following a brutal sob. You attempt to muffle the sound with your arm, but it’s no use and you’re sure Jungkook can hear you desperately gasping for air through the phone.

“Y/N,” he calls for you. “Y/N, listen to me.” 

“How could this happen?”

“You gotta breathe, Y/N.”

“I — I can’t. Jungkook, I don’t know what to do,” you confess through shallow puffs of air. 

There’s a brief pause while he thinks. 

“I’m going to come over, okay?”

You nod before remembering he can’t see you.

“Oh… okay.”

“Where do you live, princess?”

All the different overwhelming emotions currently occupying your thoughts prevent you from noticing the pet name. You aren’t sure if he even realizes it or if using that moniker is purely instinctual for him.

After conveying your address to him over the phone, he tells you he’ll be there as soon as he can and hangs up. 

It can’t be more than ten minutes before you hear knocking, but you’re still struggling to stand because everything seems so heavy. Your bones, blood, and muscles all feel weighed down by pure lead. 

Not only were you completely unprepared to wake up with your soulmate tattoo, but you never imagined it would be him; your boyfriend’s friend and soccer team captain who’s just a little bit more than a stranger to you. You think back to just last night when he told you he’s been waiting his whole life to find his soulmate and it makes your despair infinitely worse. 

Once you do manage to rise from the floor, your eyes fall to the tattoo immortalizing in small, black, cursive letters the last name you ever expected to find. 

Jungkook

It takes all your strength to refrain from breaking down again so you can answer the door. 

You can’t imagine it will be that difficult seeing Jungkook when you were standing face to face with him just last night. Except after the door opens, the sight of your soulmate practically knocks the air right out of your lungs.

Jungkook’s eyes are blown wide as his focus flits over your entire body like he doesn’t know where to look first. When they eventually land on your face, the already large orbs somehow expand even more. His hands are also shaking at his sides, but unlike you, it seems to be because he’s holding himself back from reaching for you. 

Seeing him is honestly indescribable, but the closest comparison would be feeling like the world is spinning on an entirely different axis. Only it doesn’t feel wrong, but rather as though your whole life it was going in the incorrect direction, and now it’s finally right. 

Your very soul is begging to leap out of your body straight into his arms, but you force yourself to stand as still as a statue.

“Are you alright?” He whispers. 

If you had enough energy to actually reply, you would scold him for asking such a stupid question. Of course you’re not okay, who would be in this situation? In reality, all you manage is a head shake while another cry forces its way out of your lungs.

When your body starts trembling, Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to cross the threshold so he can pull you into his arms. You practically collapse once you’re safe in his hold and he has to push his back against the door just to keep you both upright. He shushes you with his lips on your crown and his hands moving along your spine to soothe you. All while you continue to ceaselessly sob into his chest and grip his shirt for dear life. 

“It’s okay,” he assures you following a kiss to your hair. “I’m here, Y/N.”

His voice only produces more tears as reality weighs down on you like a pile of bricks.

This shouldn’t be happening in the first place and you especially shouldn’t be crying in someone else’s arms when your heart belongs to Taehyung. The problem is you can’t help yourself; both your body and mind are actively working against you. 

After your tears relent, Jungkook gently untangles you from his grasp so his thumbs can wipe away any last remnants of your sadness. 

“I don’t… I don’t want this,” you murmur.

Jungkook frowns before grabbing your wrist to hold it next to his own and view your tattoos side by side. You watch as his pointer finger traces the familiar lines of his name on your skin over and over in pure disbelief.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know this isn’t the outcome you were hoping for, but there’s no changing it,” he states. 

“I… I love him, Jungkook.”

He meets your gaze and you can’t help but notice the wave of hurt that crosses his face. 

“I know, but fate trumps love.”

You shake your head while pulling your arm from his clutches. 

“I don’t care.”

Turning on your heel, you walk further in your apartment, leaving him to scramble to follow you into your living room.

“What do you mean ‘you don’t care?’” He stops you with a hand on your forearm. “You can’t just ignore this, Y/N.”

“Like hell I can’t.” 

“Excuse me?” Jungkook scoffs. “You do realize it takes two to tango, right? I’m not just your soulmate, you’re mine.” 

“So what? Are you telling me you’re happy about this?” 

He shrugs his shoulders. 

“I mean, I’m certainly not mad about it,” he confesses. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Y/N. And not a complete stranger, either. I’m not sure what else I could ask for.”

“Oh, I don’t know, someone who isn’t already taken?” 

“Taken.” His head shakes. “You knew when you got into a relationship that Taehyung might not be your soulmate. You took that risk, not me.” 

“It shouldn’t matter,” you argue. “My heart belongs to someone else.”

“Your heart?” Jungkook takes a couple steps into your personal space. “Quite frankly, I don’t care. Your heart can belong to Taehyung all you want, but you still belong to me.” 

He raises his arm to show off the tattoo of your name on his wrist.

“I’m not a possession, Jungkook.”

“No, you’re not. I can’t control what you do, but you and I both know you won’t be able to resist our connection for long,” he declares. “It’s only a matter of time, princess.”

You despise the influx of butterflies you feel because of a simple pet name falling from his lips. 

The bond between soulmates is the most profound connection in the world and if you attempt to deny it, the universe doesn’t react well. There are major consequences for those who refuse to acknowledge their soulmate. 

“Maybe I can’t, but I’ll try for as long as possible,” you tell him. 

Jungkook frustratingly clicks his tongue.

“Fine, but I’m not about to wait any longer than I already have to be with my soulmate just because you have some little boyfriend.”

“Little boyfriend? Taehyung’s your friend, Jungkook.”

“Yeah, he is, and I don’t wanna hurt him, but this is everything I’ve ever wanted. And honestly, it isn’t fair to Tae or me if you just pretend this isn’t happening.”

His comment makes you cross your arms over your chest, mostly so you can pause to think. Deep down you know he’s right, but you refuse to admit that to yourself. You still want to believe you can resist the effects of your soulmate bond until you gather enough courage to tell Taehyung. 

That seems to be the end of the conversation because it’s clear neither of you are going to budge. Jungkook leaves soon after, but not before telling you to really think about what you’re doing. You also don’t let him pass through the doorway until he promises not to mention anything to Taehyung and to hide his tattoo around him, which he does. He assures you it isn’t his place to make that announcement. 

Once he’s gone, you cry yourself to sleep beneath the comfort of your sheets. Sure, you’ve always known it’s a huge possibility Taehyung isn’t your soulmate, but it being Jungkook, of all people, feels like a cruel twist of fate. 

You can’t even imagine what the look on Taehyung’s face will be when you tell him. He won’t just be crushed by the news; it’ll be absolutely earth shattering. Not only does it mean losing you, but also going the rest of his college career on the same team as the very person who stole you from him. 

If it were possible, you would truly do anything to reverse the universe’s decision. Unfortunately, you have to face reality because it’s impossible to dispute the facts. Jungkook is your soulmate and if what everyone says is true, it’s only a matter of time before you start experiencing the consequences of that. 

As it turns out, “matter of time” is a disturbingly large understatement. The very next day when you meet Taehyung for lunch between classes, you feel a brutal electric shock as soon as your lips touch. Then at their game later in the week, a horrific cramp pulses through your chest while you watch him and Jungkook on the field.  

The effects continue from there, slowly getting worse day by day until you’re almost in constant pain. It’s difficult to sleep, eat, or focus on anything but the aches all over your body. Three weeks come and go before you interact with Jungkook again because he pounds on your door after losing their soccer game. 

When the hinges swing open, he barges right in while angrily dropping his bag on your couch. 

“Are you happy, princess?” You automatically step back to accommodate him entering your personal space, but he captures your waist with one arm to keep you close. “I can barely kick a fucking ball straight because you refuse to admit the truth.”

“You think I enjoy this, Jungkook?” You force him to let you go by shoving at his chest. “I can’t even keep a single meal down.”

“Then why the fuck are we doing this, Y/N?” 

“Because I don’t want you!” 

Jungkook scoffs and encroaches again until you’re nose to nose.

“Well, that’s too damn bad because you’re stuck with me,” he sneers. “The sooner you come to terms with that, the easier this bullshit becomes.” 

“I won’t, not until this soul bond fucking kills me.”

“You would really rather die than be with me?”

“It has nothing to do with you. I would rather die than hurt the man I love.”

“Love?” Jungkook humorlessly laughs. “You think what you’re doing is love? Lying to him by letting him believe everything’s fine?” 

“It’s better than breaking his heart,” you argue.

“Y/N, this is fucking inevitable. You either break it now or break it later.” 

You shake your head. 

“No, I refuse to believe that.”

He groans while throwing his head back. 

“You’re telling me you don’t fucking feel that?” When your head shakes again, he steals your hand to place it over his heart. “That connection?” You attempt to pull your limb back, but he just clutches your fingers tighter. “I feel like I’m drowning whenever we’re apart, but standing here in front of you, it’s as if I’m seeing the sun for the first time in my entire life.”

“Jungkook —”

“I can tell if you’re in the stands watching a game or not based on how easy it is to breathe. I know when you pass me on campus because my heart stops fucking aching in my chest.” His free hand delicately caresses your jaw and despite your best interest, you don’t stop him. “Please, Y/N, it isn’t just you this decision is affecting.” 

Even though you won’t admit it out loud, you understand exactly what he’s talking about. Being in his presence again is like walking through the golden gates of heaven following an eternity in hell. Your body yearns for nothing but him, but you still refuse to betray Taehyung. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper while removing his fingers from your face. “I can’t.”

Jungkook frowns and stumbles back a couple steps before seemingly getting a second wind of determination.

“You know what? No. If this is your plan, then I guess I need one of my own,” he states. “We’ll see how long you can resist me when I stop playing nice.” 

He doesn’t wait for a response before snatching his bag and storming out the door. As soon as his silhouette leaves your line of sight, a harsh cry constricts your airway and you crouch down until you can safely fall back onto the floor. 

The pain, guilt, anger, and sadness which have all been swirling around in your mind for the last three weeks are simply too much to bear. But there’s no solution and all you can do is tuck your knees close and relentlessly sob into your thighs.

That weekend, all three of you end up at the same house party hosted by another teammate. You avoid Jungkook where you can, but it’s practically useless when you can feel your lungs beginning to work again whenever he gets close. Not only that, but he keeps making himself known by coming over to talk to you and Taehyung at least once every hour. 

Of course, your boyfriend thinks nothing of the behavior, but you know what Jungkook’s doing when he stands just a little too close so he can lean in and whisper in your ear over the music.

After about two hours, you can’t stand it anymore and escape to the restroom to catch your breath. Slamming the door shut, you grip the sink and stare at your reflection in the mirror. She doesn’t really look like you; not only are her eyes hollow and devoid of light, but she’s skinnier, paler, and borderline lifeless. 

You’re just about to return to the party following a couple deep inhales when the door flies open. You expect it to be Taehyung since you told him where you were going, but then Jungkook struts in and locks the door behind him.

“What are you —”

Your soulmate captures your waist with both hands and walks you backwards until your spine meets the wall. His forehead presses into your own once you stop moving and before you can question yourself, your hands cradle his jawline. 

The two of you breathe in tandem within the minuscule amount of space between your faces while Jungkook’s hands trail up and down your curves to feel you for the very first time. 

“Isn’t this better?” He whispers and nuzzles your nose. “You’re exactly where you should be, Y/N.”

Despite the answer being yes, you shake your head.

“It’s wrong,” you claim.

“I don’t know how it can be wrong when it feels so right.” 

“Jungkook.” 

Your eyes are desperately pleading with him, but even you don’t know what for. 

“Just kiss me, Y/N, and you’ll understand,” he professes. “You and I belong together.”  

“I can’t.” Without thinking, your fingers start caressing his cheeks. “What about Tae?”

Jungkook inhales as his head pushes down harder against yours like he’s holding himself back with all his might. 

“Then you don’t have to.” Your brow creases in confusion. “Just let me be the bad guy.” 

“What —”

“Please, princess, don’t tell me to stop.”

His face descends the few inches he needs to leave his lips just out of reach. It’s there he waits for an objection, but when a full thirty seconds goes by without you uttering a single word, he passionately slots your mouths together. 

The first time your lips touch is beyond magical. In fact, the sensation almost seems inhumanly mystifying. You’re well aware you and Jungkook are two halves of the same soul, but you were willfully unprepared for kissing him to feel like this. 

All the clocks are frozen, birds have stopped chirping, and water’s no longer rushing downriver. Even the bathroom you’re in has ceased to exist, leaving you and Jungkook alone in a stalled world that’s merely waiting for you to part so it can begin again. 

While you’re busy deciphering the whirlpool of rampant emotions coursing through your veins, Jungkook is preoccupied with devouring your mouth. His lips push and pull to guide your own in sensual, amorous circles as his tongue seamlessly slips between your teeth. 

It’s easily the most exquisite moment of your life so far and you can’t seem to recall a single thing happening in the world around you.

After some time of Jungkook totally controlling the kiss, you catch up and start mirroring both his pace and intensity. When you do, his hands travel from your waist to your spine so he can hold you closer than what should be physically possible. In turn, your fingers slink up into his hair and tug on the black strands caught in your grasp. 

You have no concept how long you two enthusiastically make out in the bathroom, but you’re both panting by the time you finally pull apart. 

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook mumbles before capturing your lips once more for a slow kiss. “I knew it would be good, but I never expected it to be like that.”

Even though you don’t want to, you nod in agreement.

“That was unbelievable,” you confess. 

He smiles and you think it might be the first time you’ve seen that expression on his face in almost a month. 

“Do you finally see now?” 

Everything within you wants to lie again so he doesn’t know how close you are to breaking, but you don’t have the strength to do so anymore. 

“I always could, Jungkook, but it doesn’t change anything.”

Your comment causes him to step back with a face of utter betrayal. 

“How can you say that?” His hands cup your face as though to plead with you by touch. “How can you feel everything that I do and still not care?”

“I do care, but there’s something I care about more,” you explain. 

Jungkook grits his teeth before dropping his arms and turning towards the door. One hand moves to his hip while the other meticulously combs through his hair until he eventually white knuckles the edges of the sink. 

“I can’t go on like this, Y/N,” he states. “If you still won’t give me your heart, at least let me have your body.” When his eyes find yours again, they’re sparkling with an abundance of unsung emotions. “I promise, I don’t mean it like how it sounds. I just… I need you so fucking bad, but I also won’t force your hand if you don’t want to end things with Taehyung.”

Despite what he may believe, you don’t want to hurt Jungkook anymore than you want to hurt Taehyung. Even more importantly, you also don’t know how much longer you can continue going on like this.

Regardless, you still aren’t willing to accept the hand you’ve been dealt by the universe. 

“I need time to think about it,” you reply. 

He sighs while pushing his hair back again, but inevitably nods his head.

“Fine. Just call me when you decide, alright?” 

Jungkook leaves the bathroom without another word once you nod in confirmation. As soon as you’re alone, all the air held captive in your lungs from the moment he kissed you breaks free. The heavy tears you were resisting also begin rolling down your cheeks in waves.

You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place and it feels as though you’re being torn to shreds from the inside out. Taehyung is without a doubt the man you love, but you also can’t deny your feelings for Jungkook anymore. It isn’t just about the consequences of your soul bond, either; your body and mind both crave him with an overwhelming intensity now.

Taehyung can tell something’s wrong when you finally return to his side, but you merely wave him off and ask if he can take you home. 

After that night, you turn into nothing more than a zombie going through the motions of life. The guilt is simply too much and your natural stubbornness prevents you from seeing Jungkook for almost an entire week. Until one evening when you succumb to your desires because you can’t catch a wink of sleep. 

It’s almost three in the morning and you’re still tossing and turning even though you went to bed well before midnight. You’ve tried every trick in the book to force yourself into dreamland, but nothing’s worked. Between the brutal ache in your chest and the mental anguish from your situation, you just aren’t able to relax enough to fall asleep. 

You eventually come to the conclusion that the only cure is your soulmate, and reluctantly pick up your phone to dial Jungkook’s newly saved number. He answers after a single ring despite it being the middle of the night and his groggy voice sounds unfamiliar on the other side of the line.

“Y/N?” 

“Can you…”

The words feel stuck in your throat. 

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I… I can’t sleep. Can you come over?” 

You don’t even realize you’re crying until you hear Jungkook comfortingly shush you through the phone.

“Hey, there’s no need to cry, alright? I’ll be there as soon I can,” he promises you. 

“Please hurry,” you plead through a sob. 

He reassures you that he will before ending the call. Even with the knowledge that he’s on his way to you, the tears don’t stop. They’re no longer due to pain and fatigue, but rather the shame from calling him instead of your actual boyfriend. The wonderful, caring man you claim to love with your whole heart.

A rhythmic knock about ten minutes later causes you to leap right out of bed and scurry across the room to answer the door. 

The very second you see Jungkook in your entryway, backlit by the dull lights of the hall, you almost break down again. His hair is messy and adorably fluffy, his hoodie is crooked from him no doubt just throwing it on, and his pretty brown eyes are drooping with his own tiredness. Yet he still came to your aid without an ounce of hesitation.

“Jungkook,” you whimper and open your arms wide for him. 

Your feet are immediately whisked off the ground when he scoops up by the waist as your limbs tangle behind his neck and back. The door closes with a loud slam, but neither of you flinch while Jungkook walks you further into the room and soothingly caresses your spine. Upon reaching your bed, he spins around so he can sit on the edge with you safe and sound in his lap. 

Jungkook continues to comfort you by massaging the skin beneath your pajama top and pressing soft kisses to your hair. You aren’t crying anymore, but you still need this more than you care to admit. His mere presence brings you so much peace you don’t believe you’ll ever be able to properly vocalize it. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N,” he tells you. “I’m right here.”

You bury your face deep in his neck to inhale his scent. He obviously just showered because he smells like a mixture of lavender and cedar. The scent instantly calms you down despite being so foreign and different from your boyfriend’s cologne. 

For whatever reason, being in his arms like this makes you wonder about all the other women who’ve been wrapped around him and before you even think twice, you attempt to cure your curiosity.

“Have you… have you still been sleeping with other girls?” You lift your head so you can peer into his eyes. “Since finding out about us?”

When he shakes his head without missing a beat, you breathe an involuntary sigh of relief.

“I would never do that to you, princess,” he assures you. “I’ve waited my whole life for you.”

Even though it’s the answer you were hoping for, you frown while tracing his collarbones just beneath the hem of his hoodie. 

“I’m sorry, Jungkook. I know this isn’t what you were hoping for,” you state.

He tilts your chin up with his fingertips before softly caressing your face.

“You are more than I could ever dream of having, Y/N. That’s why I’m fighting so hard.”

His sincerity causes the tears from earlier to gather on your waterline.

“I just wish everything was different. If I could, I would split myself down the middle so I can be with you both…”

Jungkook mirrors your frown until he leans in to kiss away a stray tear on your cheek. The reverent gesture makes you hum in content as your head falls onto his shoulder again. 

After a moment of lingering silence, he asks you a question of his own.

“Have you and Taehyung…” When you quickly shake your head because you already know where his sentence will lead, you feel his body relax against you. “Oh, thank you. I don’t think I could bear it.”

It certainly isn’t easy stopping your boyfriend’s advances when you two would sleep together as often as possible before all this. A headache is your go-to excuse, but you’ve been becoming rather creative lately to fend him off. 

Although Jungkook is grateful you and Taehyung aren’t sexually active, you’re not refraining from intercourse for his sake. You just can’t imagine making love to your adoring boyfriend when another man’s name is etched into your skin. Especially the captain of his soccer team and someone he considers a friend. 

“Have you thought about what I asked you back at the party?” Jungkook questions, breaking the silence again. 

Honestly, you’re afraid to admit just how much you’ve thought about it. His unique proposal’s been the only occupant of your mind since he left you behind in that bathroom. 

“Yes,” you whisper while sitting up straight in his lap. 

His hands are still traversing your spine and you would give just about anything to feel his touch everywhere. The warmth which follows his fingers wherever they go along your body is ethereal. In order to reciprocate the sensation, you move your hand up from his chest to push his wavy, black hair off his forehead. It provides you with a stunning view of his eyes that are positively shimmering with adoration.

You certainly don’t deserve to be on the receiving end of such an ardent gaze. From the moment you found out Jungkook’s your soulmate, you’ve done nothing but torment him.

“And?”

He’s looking at you with so much expectation that you simply can’t deny him any longer and lean forward to lightly brush your lips against his own.

“You’re right that this isn’t fair to you, and I never want to hurt you, Jungkook,” you explain. 

Your response makes his eyebrows pinch together.

“I’m not asking about me, Y/N. What do you want?”

That question isn’t something you believe you can even properly answer because all your thoughts and emotions are too convoluted at this point. You love Taehyung and have for a year and a half now, but Bella was right about your feelings changing once you find your soulmate. 

You can’t stop thinking about Jungkook no matter what you do, even when you’re with Taehyung. At their soccer games, your eyes fall on him far more often than your boyfriend. Memories of your brief encounters appear in your mind during class and he’s your first thought in the morning and your last in the evening. 

One thing’s for certain, it’s time to stop lying to yourself. You told Jungkook last time he was here that you don’t want him, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Your need for him is so great it dictates your every waking moment and influences all your actions. 

“I want you, Jungkook,” you confess aloud for the very first time. “Please, I want you so —”

He interrupts you with a searing kiss by tugging you across his lap. The friction makes you moan and your fingers instinctively dive into his sea of black curls when you start grinding against him.

It elicits a raspy, deep groan straight from his chest as one of his hands slides up underneath your top to cradle your nape and the other secures you in place by wrapping around your waist. His hold provides you with the ideal amount of support to begin rolling your hips and soon enough, Jungkook joins in at a matching pace.

“That’s it, princess,” he speaks directly to your lips. “Use me.”

His mouth moves to your neck while you continue shamelessly pushing and pulling your cunt across the growing bulge in his sweats. Even through multiple layers of fabric, it feels so heavenly you wonder if you’re about to meet God himself.  

Jungkook’s wet kisses on your throat are slowly sending your mind into a tailspin. He uses his teeth, tongue, and lips to lather every inch of your skin in drool and red blotches shaped like his mouth. His hands are busy guiding your movements and he purposely tilts his hips up towards your crotch so you can feel how hard he is for you.

The sensation of his cock catching on your clit through your pants is unbelievable and causes you to repeatedly scratch at his scalp. It’s your only hope for holding onto some semblance of your sanity, but you would keep going forever even if it means losing some brain functionality.

“Googie, it feels so good,” you whimper.

“Googie?” Jungkook giggles into your neck before lifting his head. “That’s so fucking cute.” 

He kisses you again with the remnants of a smile still on his lips, forcing your teeth to clash when you start making out to the beat of your hips. 

You can tell he’s big even through his clothes and the thought of having him deep inside you is electrifying. Being with your soulmate is supposedly unlike any other human experience and for the first time, you can admit you’re longing for that moment. But it’ll have to be another day because you can’t bring yourself to stop dry humping him like your life depends on it. 

Jungkook is masterfully bucking up into you while you grind down on him to create the perfect combination of eroticism. It’s embarrassing to admit, but you’re already dangerously close to coming in your pajamas shorts despite the encounter being no more than five minutes. 

It’s obvious he can tell from your quiet whines and how your back arches into him. So, he glides the hand on your neck down around your waist with the other so he can assist your movements even more. 

“Wanna feel you let go, baby,” he tells you. 

“Not… not without you.” While yanking on his hair, you speed up your rhythm and bend over to kiss up the side of his throat. “Cream your pants for me, Jungkook.”

Your soulmate aggressively groans and digs his fingertips into your hips. 

“God, I will, just don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Heeding his demand is all too easy when you don’t ever want to stop. You’re beyond addicted and as your end nears, you begin feverishly dragging your pussy over the large tent in sweatpants.

There’s a wet spot on the light grey material, but you aren’t sure if it’s from you or him. It’s probably both because you’re absolutely soaked, leaving your ruined panties in just the right position to fondle your nerve endings every time you press yourself into Jungkook. 

“I’m so close,” you rasp.

Jungkook releases one of your hips to usher your mouth back to his own at the same time he plants his feet on the ground so he can thrust upwards without reprieve. The additional pressure makes you cry out between sloppy kisses as your core clenches from the impending orgasm.

“Fuck… fuck. Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he warns you. 

You nod in agreement before kissing him with even more ardor when you finally come undone. Jungkook follows you over the edge by a mere second and you instantly feel the warmth of his cum soiling his pants beneath you. The sensation causes you to moan into his mouth while your pussy convulses and pushes essence right through your shorts and onto his lap. 

The two of you continue kissing throughout the tandem highs, despite how difficult it is with you both whimpering and panting into the lip lock. 

He finally stalls your hips once his cock is devoid of semen and your cunt finishes leaking all over him. You remain tangled together regardless, with your soulmate skimming his fingertips up and down your spine as you gently comb through his hair. 

“Are you okay?” He asks after a prolonged silence. When you nod and lay your forehead on his shoulder, he turns his head to kiss your temple. “Do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?” 

“Mmhm,” you answer. “Please don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” he tells you. “I won’t ever leave you, princess.”

After finally rising from Jungkook’s lap, you hand him a fresh pair of sweatpants and let him use your bathroom to change while you do the same in your room. 

You know you’ll regret tonight when you wake up in the morning, but you can’t think about that right now. The guilt will only eat you alive if you try sorting through your clusterfuck of emotions.

Jungkook reaches his hand out for you upon returning a few minutes later. Ironically, he guides you over to your own bed before holding the sheets back while you make yourself comfortable. He grabs your desk chair to sit beside you until you fall asleep, but you can’t shake the feeling that he isn’t nearly close enough. 

“Get in,” you instruct while lifting the covers up.

He looks hesitant as he stares at the empty space next to you. 

“Are you sure?” 

All it takes is a single nod in confirmation for him to return the chair and join you under the warm blankets. Once he lays down and wraps his arms around you, he pulls you towards his chest so you can get cozy in his embrace. 

For the first time since waking up with Jungkook’s name on your wrist, you enter into a peaceful slumber with total ease. 

The next morning, without much conversation beforehand, Jungkook joins you in the shower. It just feels natural after waking up in his arms and so does him fingering you from behind against the glass door once you’re both standing beneath the steam.

It’s your first glimpse of each other naked and is everything you could want and more. There are plenty of rumors around campus regarding Jungkook’s sculpted physique, but he’s nothing short of exquisite in person. Not only does he have an eight pack, gorgeous pecs, and rippling biceps, but his cock is so pretty you almost drop to your knees right then and there. 

He’s unbelievably big and thick, with the perfect curve for reaching deep inside your velvet walls. The complete vision of him wet and naked under the shower head is so mouth watering you can barely function. 

Similarly, he seems rather impressed with your body. The very same moment he pulls your shirt off to reveal your bare torso, he gasps in awe as his hands cradle your tits. His fingers gently massage your breasts for some time before he bends down to lick and suck on one of your nipples while tweaking the other between two digits. 

Your panties are the next to go, which he does by tauntingly rolling the fabric down your legs. It isn’t long after that he spins you around and presses you into the wet glass so his fingers can sink in and out of your folds until you come with a cry of his name. 

Jungkook proceeds to suck your juices off his fingers while amorously humming over your taste. It’s such an erotic sight you get close to begging him for more. 

Except once the hot shower water turns into just a steady drip from the faucet, guilt begins festering in your gut and you damn near shove him out of your apartment. He understands your haste because he can tell from your demeanor this is all too much, too soon. So, he quickly gets dressed and bids you goodbye by tucking your wet hair behind your ear and kissing you on the cheek. 

Despite the fact that you collapse against the door once he’s gone and cry yourself back to sleep on the cold floor, you let him make you come with his fingers again the very next time you see him. 

Hiding that you have a soulmate from Taehyung was one thing, but seeing him again after cheating on him for the first time might just be the worst moment of your life. Of course, you two interacted after you and Jungkook shared your first kiss, but you were so dazed it didn’t really register. 

This time, you nearly throw up at the sight of him and it takes all of your strength not to start sobbing when you hear his voice. You almost enjoy the dreadful feeling because you know you deserve it. You’ve done something inherently evil and being uncomfortable around him is the bare minimum you can expect in return. 

Alternatively, you also wish you could just push reality far, far away so you can still enjoy your time with him. He makes you happy in a way no one else can and you hate that all your interactions are sullied by your treacherous actions. 

Regardless of your overwhelming emotions and regret, you and Jungkook continue hooking up on a regular basis. The encounters occur every few days and each one escalates your relationship more. The first time he eats you out is less than two weeks later. 

It happens when he comes over after soccer practice one night because Taehyung has to go home to visit his parents. It’s normal for you two to wait until your boyfriend is away from campus because you never want there to be even a slight chance you’ll get caught. 

As soon as Jungkook steps foot in your apartment, he clutches your face and kisses you with all his might. You hold his wrists in return while he walks you both backwards until you tumble onto the mattress together. He’s quick to strip you down without ever ceasing his zealous kisses, soon leaving you in nothing but your panties before taking his own shirt off.

He begins like always by trailing his fingers across your breasts and over your stomach to reach your pussy, but rather than playing with your clit or pushing his digits into your hole, he pulls your underwear off and crawls down the bed.  

“What are you doing?” You ask when you rise to your elbows and find him hovering just above your center. 

“It’s about time I get a real taste of my soulmate, don’t you think?” His eyes are positively twinkling with desire. “May I?”

Even though he’s asking permission, his lips are already traveling up your inner thigh as he situates your legs on his shoulders. 

“Ye… yes.” 

Jungkook giggles over the slight stutter and meets your gaze one last time before his eyes focus on your cunt. His tongue takes a tentative initial lick, after which he groans and immediately dives in for more. He’s borderline ravenous right from the jump and all you can do in response is gasp for air and desperately clutch the sheets. 

Like with everything, Jungkook gives it his all by continuously curling your essence into his mouth and licking along the rim of your hole. He eventually pushes the wet muscle inside your pussy to tease your inner walls, but it’s only for a moment before he kisses your clit instead. 

His plush lips and tongue work in harmony to fondle your nerve endings until you’re crying and tugging on his hair to keep yourself steady. It’s without a doubt the most ecstasy you’ve ever experienced in your life and your legs almost crush his head while he adamantly pleasures your most sensitive spot.

Taehyung is amazing with his mouth, but nothing compares to your soulmate eating you out like he needs it to survive. 

“You taste so fucking good, princess,” Jungkook praises you. “I might just have to keep you here all night.” 

“Please,” you whimper with a tug on his hair. “Don’t stop, Jungkook.”

He shakes his head while his face is still buried between your thighs and it causes his nose to catch your clit.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

His lips press a final kiss to your nub before he methodically trails his hot tongue along your slit from bottom to top. Even though his tempo slows down, it feels just as amazing. He somehow already knows exactly how to drive you crazy, but you aren’t sure if it’s due to his raw talent or your bond to one another.

When he begins aggressively fucking his tongue into you while using his lips to make out with your cunt, you’re forced to release the sheets trapped beneath your hand so you can muffle your screams. Your legs shake from the immense pressure building in your core, but Jungkook just growls and wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you right where he wants you. The adjustment brings his face even closer and he seizes the opportunity to tease your clit with his nose again by nodding his head. 

It feels like too much and yet not enough. Despite his body only being between your legs, you swear his presence is completely surrounding you. Even the air seems flooded by his irresistible, all-encompassing aura. You know it’s because he’s your soulmate, but a part of you truly believes Jungkook might just be the most tantalizing man in existence. 

Whether or not your hypothesis is correct, it makes perfect sense why he had every woman on campus wrapped around his finger once upon a time. 

Everything he does causes your pussy to pulse and clench, signaling just how close you are to coming. Except Jungkook moves away to kiss down your inner thighs and lap up the essence staining your skin before you get the chance. 

“I know you’re about to come, princess,” he taunts. “But I wanna hear you say it first.”

It’s difficult to even think straight, let alone speak, but you still manage to question him.

“Say what?”

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” Jungkook glances up from between your legs with piercing, almost entirely black eyes. “I wanna hear you say that you’re mine, Y/N.”

His demand charges the room with a palpable tension because you both know the answer even if you won’t admit it. Now Jungkook is dangling your release above his head like candy and practically begging you to try reaching for it.

“Jungkook,” you sigh. “You already know —” 

“No.” He takes a sharp bite out of your thigh. “You’re not fucking coming until you tell me.” 

You genuinely believe you’ll start crying if he doesn’t let you come soon, both out of frustration from the orgasm denial and because speaking those words aloud makes them real and that’s the last thing you want.

Alas, do mere words really hold much weight when you’re already naked beneath him in your own bed?

“My pussy’s yours, Jungkook.” The very second the words permeate the air, his eyes light up with unadulterated happiness and pride. “I’m yours.”

The worst part is that you mean it; your mind, body, and soul all belong to him. Everything but your heart. 

He doesn’t need anything more than that to immerse himself in your cunt again so he can slurp up all the wetness waiting for him. The previous build up along with him avidly forcing his tongue inside your hole quickly sends you headfirst into an orgasm and you damn near rip his hair out as your body trembles in his grasp. 

“That’s it,” he mumbles between long licks of your spasming pussy. “Let me drink it all up, baby.” As if you would ever want to stop him. “This is all fucking mine.”

Your limbs don’t stop shaking even once your climax wanes, but only because Jungkook continues eating you out well after your release. There can’t possibly be anything left for him to swallow, but your soulmate still moves his tongue through your cunt like he could do so forever. 

“Jungkook, baby, please,” you beg once the overstimulation causes an ache between your thighs. 

He halts his ministrations in an instant, but you don’t think it’s just because you asked him nicely. Especially when he looks up with shimmering, awestruck eyes that prove the reason is a pet name instinctively falling from your lips. 

“Okay, princess,” he quietly agrees.

Rather than moving away, he kisses across your thighs as though to create a map of your body with his lips. He hums in content between each smooch until his mouth finally returns so you can taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands naturally find his waistband while you kiss, but Jungkook stops you by covering your fingers with his own.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as your head falls back onto the pillows. 

“Nothing, baby,” he assures you. “You just don’t need to worry about me.”

“What? No.”

Jungkook giggles at your disapproval before swatting your hands away when you reach for his bottoms again.

“Y/N.” He steals your attention by tipping your chin up. “When I make love to you for the first time, I want you to be truly and completely mine. Not… not like this. Not while we’re sneaking around in secret.”

His reasoning makes you frown, not only because you want more sexually, but due to how sad Jungkook sounds about you not being his yet. In lieu of an actual reply, since nothing you say can make it better, you trace his jawline and pull him in for another kiss. It leads to the two of you leisurely making out until Jungkook finally decides it’s time to head home. 

Your guilt lessons with each rendezvous, but that just makes you feel worse about your choices. Regardless of your contrasting emotions in regard to the men in your life, the affair continues unhindered for another two months.

Jungkook is a surprisingly selfless lover given his lengthy history. Throughout all your encounters, he only gets off if you do and he’s yet to even allow you to touch him. His only means of finishing is if you dry hump each other like horny teenagers or by fucking his fist while he eats you out so he can paint your stomach in his seed afterwards. 

It isn’t what you want at all, but you understand his hesitancy. Besides wanting to wait until you’re actually his, he also believes it’ll be too difficult to resist you or hold back once you finally lay your hands on him. 

Even so, he gives in one afternoon before the biggest soccer match of the season. 

You two haven’t seen one another in about a week because Taehyung’s been around too much. The distance is fucking killer, similar to in the beginning when you stayed as far away from him as possible. It’s hard to digest anything or sleep more than a couple minutes, and the cramps in your chest are so horrible you can’t focus during class.

Jungkook tells you he’s facing similar effects, including losing most of his stamina and strength. He even needs his old glasses just to read the board in large lecture halls. Which is what prompts him to call you about an hour before the big game. 

“Hello?” You answer by balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder while your hands are busy typing a paper. 

“Y/N, you gotta help me,” Jungkook dramatically pleads.

His tone immediately puts you on edge and you drop everything to readjust the phone so you’re holding it properly. 

“What’s wrong?”

“We’re gonna lose this fucking game if I don’t see you,” he explains. “My legs are all wobbly and I can barely fucking see straight.” He inhales a couple times in a complete panic. “Please, baby, this is the most important match up of the year. I can’t let the team down when everyone’s counting on me.”

“Googie, just breathe,” you calmly instruct. 

“I can’t, I’m — I’m fucking freaking out here.”

“I know, but I’m here, okay?” The assurance seems to steady his breathing a little “Where are you right now?” 

“The locker room.” 

You two have never hooked up anywhere besides the safety of your bedroom. Even his apartment is off limits because he lives near multiple teammates and you don’t want to risk them noticing something suspicious. But this sounds like a real emergency and if you make it quick, you figure everything will be fine. 

“Alright. I’ll be there in ten.” 

Jungkook only whimpers in acknowledgement before stating he’ll see you soon and hanging up the phone. 

After rushing to get dressed as fast as humanly possible, you sprint across campus to the field house where the soccer team’s locker room is located. 

Taehyung is currently eating with the team for their regular pre-game meal, so you and Jungkook should have plenty of privacy. You also know from prior experience with your boyfriend that the door can be locked to keep unwanted visitors out. 

When you bang on the rusted metal just shy of ten minutes past your phone call, Jungkook forcefully throws the doors open before tugging you into his arms. It all happens so quick it produces a surprised grunt as he holds you close enough to feel his heart beating. 

One of his arms loops around your waist while his opposing fingers slink into your hair and you actually have to arch your back just to accommodate his firm grip. In return, you attempt to soothe him by combing through his curls and rubbing along his spine in large circles.

“I missed you so much, princess,” he whispers into your neck. 

“I missed you, too,” you tell him sincerely.

You really, really did, no matter how much you wish that wasn’t the case. 

He proceeds to simultaneously lock the door behind you while using his leverage on your hair to lift your head up. Then his mouth captures yours for a frenzied kiss full of nothing but teeth and tongue as he pins you against the cold metal with his hips. 

All four hands between you rush to remove as many articles of clothing as possible until you’re both shirtless with your pants unbuttoned. Before you’re able to continue, Jungkook ushers the two of you deeper into the room, eventually leaving his spine pressed against some lockers. He attempts to unclasp your bra next, but you grab his wrists to stop him and sink to your knees. 

“Let me take care of you,” you beg while kissing over the bulge in his jeans. 

Jungkook groans as his fingers naturally slide into your hair to create a makeshift ponytail. 

“I won’t be able to stop myself once you start,” he breathlessly responds. 

“That’s okay.” You quickly remove his belt before shoving his pants to the floor. “You can do whatever you want with me, Jungkook.” 

He doesn’t have a chance to reply when you begin licking him through his boxers while your hands traverse his muscular thighs. The dual sensations completely silence him, his mouth dropping open and head slamming into the lockers with a loud bang. 

“Fuck.” His grasp on your hair becomes a death grip. “I need you so bad.” 

Following his plea, you yank his boxers down to join his jeans around his ankles. You haven’t been around his cock nearly as much as he’s seen your pussy, so watching his length spring out and slap against his stomach makes your eyes widen in awe. Not only is he supremely well endowed, but his velvety skin and thick veins are plain gorgeous. 

You can’t resist wrapping your hand around his dick before kissing his head to smear precum all over your lips. Jungkook gasps because of you finally touching him where he needs it most as his abdominal muscles constrict before your eyes. 

He tastes just as amazing as you always imagined, encouraging you to trail your tongue around his tip and the thick ridge separating it from his shaft. Once your fingers pump him until he’s painfully erect and dripping more precum from his slit, you encompass his head in your warm mouth. 

“Oh, holy fuck.” 

Jungkook’s thigh shakes beneath your palm as he struggles to stay in control. It provides you with an unintentional ego boost because you’ve only just begun and he’s clearly already losing his mind. 

After merely suckling on his tip for a while, you drop your hand so your mouth has room to gradually move down the entire length of his cock. Poor Jungkook perpetually whines above you because of the intense sensation of you swallowing him inch by inch, but you don’t stop until your nose reaches his pelvis. 

When you do halt, you also glance up so he can admire how big and innocent your eyes appear from below. The sight elicits the precise reaction you were hoping for as Jungkook growls from the back of his throat and tugs on your hair. 

“You’re so damn beautiful, Y/N,” he warmly proclaims before his tone shifts 180 degrees. “Does my big cock feel good in your mouth, baby?” You nod as best you can with him practically stuffed down your throat. “Mm, that’s my pretty soulmate. Now show me how you suck dick.” 

With no need for further instruction, you inhale through your nose and purposely constrain your throat until he grunts. From there, you slowly drag your tongue along the underside of his cock all the way to his tip before setting an ambitious pace. 

Your head moves with expert precision to take all of him inside your mouth with every bob, causing Jungkook to loudly moan and grunt while his digits claw at your scalp. The pressure on your head and in your throat only motivates you to keep going because knowing you’re bringing him so much pleasure fills you with pride. It’s been months of him only touching you and now you can finally return the favor. 

Him being your soulmate also makes everything feel more heightened and thematic, like the climax of a great love story despite the act being nothing more than a sexual favor. 

His cock repeatedly sinks deep down into your esophagus and tasting him as you work sends your eyes rolling back while your nails dig into his thighs. It’s all novel, but due to your profound connection it doesn’t seem like that in the slightest. In fact, you swear you’ve been in this exact position with him in another life. 

“Holy shit. You’re doing so well, princess,” he mindlessly praises you. 

You hum in acknowledgement and he cries out because of how tight your throat becomes along with the vibrations around his shaft. 

The hand originally gripping the lockers for stability joins the one on your head so he can tentatively thrust into your mouth. In response, you wrap your arms around his thighs to give yourself more support before nodding and humming again to signal that he's free to do as he pleases. 

Jungkook clearly receives the message because without any notice, he starts bucking his hips towards your face to force his cock farther down your throat. Sure, it makes you ceaselessly choke and gag, but feeling his hands on your head and hearing all the effort he’s exuding to fuck your mouth is more than worth it.  

“God, your mouth is fucking perfect.” 

His comment comes out between breathless grunts, but you still hear it and appreciatively moan around his cock. 

If you could successfully use your hands without falling, you would play with his balls to really get him going, but he’s moving too ferociously to do anything but hold on tight. It ends up being unnecessary because before long, you feel his balls clench where they’re hitting your chin and his dick swell inside your mouth. 

“Can I come down your throat?” 

All it takes is a single nod for Jungkook to growl and throw his head back while shoving his length as far as it can go to send his cum straight down your esophagus. You brutally gag and attempt to keep breathing through your nose so you can swallow the hot liquid, but there’s so much that some leaks out from the corners of your mouth. 

Jungkook continues to thrust throughout his orgasm, albeit much gentler, before eventually pulling out and crashing into the lockers behind him. 

Alternatively, you’re left coughing and clamoring for air as your hand wraps around your throat to soothe the ache. Jungkook immediately notices you struggling and before you know it, is kneeling down in front of you and grabbing a bottle of water from his nearby bag. 

“Here, baby,” he softly instructs while tipping the beverage back so you can drink. Afterwards, he uses his thumb to wipe away any cum and stray drops of water from your chin. “You alright?” All you manage is a weak nod as Jungkook combs over your hair with his palm. “That was so fucking amazing. You’re just a dream, Y/N.”

“Thanks,” you croak while leaning your head in his hand. “So are you.”

He smiles and comes closer for a slow, ardent kiss that inevitably leads to him sitting on the floor so he can pull you into his lap. Neither of you try to grind or escalate it past merely basking in one another’s presence, either. All you need is Jungkook’s hands in your hair and your fingers mapping the landscape of his chest while you lazily make out.

The sound of your phone ringing shatters the tranquil moment as you sigh and move away to answer. When you notice it’s Taehyung, you instantly scramble off Jungkook’s lap and stand up while throwing your shirt on, even though he obviously can’t see you. Perhaps it’s just a natural response to the guilt bubbling like acid in your stomach. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, pumpkin,” Taehyung greets you and you have to bite your lower lip to stop it from trembling. “Boys and I just got done with lunch. It’s supposed to be cold today so remember to bring your bleacher seat, alright?” 

“Okay, handsome,” you whisper.

“Is everything okay?”

“Mmhm. Just finishing up my bio homework and you know how that gets me.”

Of course you drop a Freudian slip by mentioning Jungkook’s major, but at least it doesn’t register with your boyfriend.

“Just remember to take breaks, baby. Rome wasn’t built in a day,” he encouragingly chuckles.

His casual demeanor nearly rips your heart in half. Normally, you and Jungkook only see one another if you can count on Taehyung being occupied for a few hours. Meaning you don’t ever have to shift this quickly between interactions with the two men, and now that you are it’s like being drawn and quartered by your own emotions. 

“I’ll see you after the game, then?” You ask. 

“Of course. I love you.” 

A couple beats pass before you find enough courage to reply without feeling like you might throw up.

“I love you, too.”

After the line clicks, you cover your mouth with your hand and bow your head as tears begin to puddle in your eyes. You’re fully aware you have no one to blame other than yourself, but that doesn’t make your circumstances any easier to deal with.

“How long are we going to keep doing this, Y/N?” Jungkook questions from behind you. When you turn around, you see he’s fully dressed again. “You know this shit isn’t fair to anyone, not even you.” 

“You wouldn’t understand, Jungkook,” you counter.

“No?” He scoffs and struts over to you. “Then explain it to me. Explain how us being soulmates and repeatedly hooking up while you’re still dating someone else makes any fucking sense.”

“I don’t know, okay? I’m still trying to figure this all out.”

“What is there to figure out?” Jungkook pauses with a frustrated groan before running his fingers through his hair. “It’s you and me. That’s it. There’s no room for Taehyung in this equation, princess.”

“Maybe not for you, but he’s still the only person my heart wants,” you argue.

“Seriously? So what we did just now means nothing; it’s just aimless sex?” 

“Yes, Jungkook! You said so yourself, if you can’t have my heart, then you’ll take my body.”

“I said that over two months ago, Y/N!”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.  

“I don’t know what you want from me, Jungkook.”

He shakes his head in disbelief, as if the answer isn’t obvious. 

“I don’t want anything from you, Y/N. I just want you,” he declares. “I want you all to myself. I wanna be able to hold your hand in public and make love to you in my own bed. I want you to be mine and only mine for the rest of my life and I’m so fucking tired of waiting for that day to come.” 

There’s a piece of you deep down, buried beneath the rubble of your emotions, screaming that you feel the same. It’s true Taehyung is still the owner of your heart, but over the last few months Jungkook’s been metaphorically removing your boyfriend's belongings and replacing them with his own. 

You wish you could tell him as much; apologize for putting him through this and promise you’ll end things with Taehyung soon, but you aren’t strong enough to let go just yet. 

Instead, you place your hands on his shoulders and press your forehead to his in a silent attempt to convey your thoughts. You believe Jungkook understands when he responds by ensnaring your waist to pull you closer.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, Jungkook,” you whisper. 

“I know,” he assures you. “It’s alright.”

He kisses you again, just a single peck before letting you go so you can escape before his teammates show up for the game. 

The blowjob trick clearly works because Jungkook leads the team to a landslide victory. Taehyung does just as amazing by blocking the opposing team from scoring all but one goal. It creates a strange dichotomy in your heart whenever you watch them on the field together, especially because they always interact like they aren’t single-handedly tearing you apart. 

The team goes out to celebrate afterwards, but you reject your boyfriend’s invitation in favor of staying home. You use the excuse of having too much homework, but in reality it’s because you can’t imagine being stuffed in a bar with him and Jungkook. 

Nevertheless, Taehyung asks to sleep over after spending a few hours out drinking with his teammates and you graciously let him into your apartment around two in the morning. 

You two only cuddle under the sheets for a little while before your intoxicated boyfriend falls into a deep slumber. It takes you significantly longer, which has become the norm ever since your soulmate tattoo appeared. You spend your extra time awake combing through his soft hair and wishing everything was different. 

In a way, your wish is granted the next morning. 

When your eyes open due to the sun shining in through your blinds, you're surprised to find yourself alone beneath the covers and Taehyung sitting in a chair across from you.

“Tae? Why aren’t you in bed?” 

You slowly sit up to stretch your limbs and rub the sleep from your eyes. 

“How long were you going to wait?” He solemnly asks.

“Huh?”

The sound of his chair scraping against the floor wakes you right up, but you aren’t able to process much before he grabs your left arm and pushes your sleeve up.

“When were you going to tell me that my goddamn soccer captain is your soulmate, Y/N?”

Taehyung’s eyes are dark and furious, which you certainly don’t blame him for, but the sight is so unfamiliar you can’t even look at him head on.

Since the moment you found your soulmate tattoo, you’ve been meticulous about keeping the ink covered. You always wear long sleeves, which goes unquestioned on behalf of it being winter, and even have a watch that completely hides Jungkook’s name just in case. But because you weren’t initially expecting Taehyung to sleep over last night, you took the watch off before bed and your sleeve must have rolled down throughout the night. 

“I… I didn’t know how,” you quietly confess. 

He scoffs and unceremoniously drops your hand.

“So you kept me in the dark instead?” You open your mouth to defend yourself, but then he continues. “How long have you known?” 

There are already tears in your eyes when you stutter out a reply.

“Thr… three months.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen in shock as he stumbles back into the chair he came from.

“Months?” When you reaffirm the answer with a nod, he buries his face in his hands. “I thought something was wrong; that we might need to go to couples counseling or something. But all this time…”

“Taehyung, I’m so sorry.” You stand and walk over to him. “I thought I could protect you from the truth.” 

“Protect me,” he disbelievingly parrots. “I mean, what was your plan? To wait until my own soulmate tattoo manifests?”  

“I don’t know, maybe. Initially, I wanted to just ignore it so we could be together.” 

There’s a brief pause as Taehyung decodes the meaning hidden beneath your response.

“Initially?” He looks up with fire in his irises. “Are you fucking him?”

You would truly rather die than utter your confession out loud, but you end up not needing to because as soon as he sees your face fall and tears break past your waterline, he knows. 

His own expression crumbles into despair while his chest shakes from the first harsh sob that overtakes his lungs.

“Tae —”

“No,” he cries and drops his head into his hands again. “How could you?” 

In an instant, you drop to your knees before him and pry his fingers from his face so you can wipe away his tears.

“I’m so sorry.” By now, you're crying just as hard as him. “I tried to resist the soul bond for so long, but I just couldn’t withstand the effects anymore, Tae. It would’ve killed me.” 

“Then why didn’t you break up with me, Y/N?”

“Because I love you. I didn’t want to lose you.”

“You cheated on me because you didn’t want to lose me?” He shakes your hands off and stands again to put some distance between you. “Where’s the fucking logic in that?”

You know he’s right, and more importantly, that there’s nothing you can say or do to change what you’ve done, but you still have to try salvaging what’s left of you and him. 

“It’s just sex. I don’t care about him like I care about you. Not even close,” you claim. 

Taehyung humorlessly chuckles while using his shirtsleeve to dry his cheeks. 

“You really expect me to believe that? He’s your fucking soulmate,” he counters. 

“It doesn’t matter. I love you —” 

“This isn’t fucking love, Y/N!” His feet carry him across the room until he’s so close you have to tilt your head back to look him in the eye. “If you really loved me like you claim, you would’ve told me the truth as soon as you found out and let me go, even if that meant sacrificing your happiness for mine. This was you wanting to have your cake and eat it, too.”

Even though he’s stopped crying, you’re wailing even harder as all your emotions from the past three months weigh down on you like cement. 

“I never meant to hurt you, Tae.”

There isn’t even a little bit of empathy for you in his gaze.

“If that were true you wouldn’t have turned me into a fucking cuck.” His arm points in the direction of the soccer field. “You do realize I have to listen to him for the next three years, right? Play by his side like he hasn’t been balls deep in my fucking girlfriend?” He groans in frustration. “Not to mention you two are soulmates above all else.”

“Exactly! He’s my soulmate, I didn’t have any other choice,” you argue.

“No choice?” Taehyung sneers. “Oh no, you had plenty and still decided to rake me across the coals.” 

All you want is for the clock to spin in the opposite direction. Not just to this morning before he found your tattoo, but to three months ago so you can do everything differently. The only issue besides that being impossible is deep down, you always knew this would be the outcome.

“Please, Taehyung, I’ll do anything to make this right.”

Your boyfriend’s stare is totally blank while you maintain his eye contact and that’s how you know it’s over.

“I don’t need anything from you except my stuff back, but I have practice so just box it up and I’ll have someone stop by later.” He turns towards the door, but halts just before twisting the handle. “You know what? Better yet, why don’t you just hand it to Jungkook and he can give it to me? Since I’m sure you’ll be seeing him a lot from now on.”

The door flies open and shuts behind Taehyung with a bang so loud it shakes the entire frame. Even so, it’s nothing in comparison to how much your body trembles as you clutch your stomach and descend to the floor. You curl into yourself on the carpet, but it’s pointless when your cries are still ruthlessly choking you and stealing your oxygen.

This confrontation was only a matter of time and you got precisely what you deserve, but that doesn’t make it any easier to bear. 

Meanwhile, Jungkook is having a wonderful morning so far. Not only did he finally experience the absolute bliss of having your mouth wrapped around his cock yesterday, but his team won their most integral game and spent the evening celebrating. 

It’s even difficult to resist smiling like a clown as he strolls to soccer practice with a spring in his step and thoughts of you in his head.

Of course, he would’ve loved nothing more than to have you by his side all night long. He can even picture how cute you would look hanging on his arm while you drink and dance together. Even though he has to be patient, he’s hopeful that day will come soon enough. 

His teammates all greet him in the locker room before they gather on the field for drills. There are a couple stragglers who arrive just before he begins going over the morning schedule, including Taehyung, who looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. 

It isn’t exactly easy hiding the affair from his friend, especially when they spend so much time together between practices, games, and team hangouts. But it’s ultimately your decision whether or not to tell Taehyung. So, Jungkook is stuck waiting for your cue. 

He’s in the middle of explaining the different drills for today when he notices someone nudging your boyfriend where he’s standing with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

“You good, Kim?” Their goalie asks.

Taehyung mindlessly nods.

“I’m fine.”

A couple other players chuckle.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Yeah, is it your girlfriend that’s got you down?” 

Taehyung’s instantaneous reply cuts through the air like a knife.

“Ex-girlfriend.” Jungkook’s blood runs cold as his eyes widen in shock and Taehyung immediately catches the reaction. “C’mon, Jeon, there’s no need to look so surprised.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Another player questions. 

Taehyung sinisterly laughs while turning to his teammate.

“Cap’s been fucking my girlfriend,” he declares to the whole crowd. “For three goddamn months.”

Hearing the truth out loud for the first time, especially in such a vulgar manner, stuns Jungkook into silence. On the contrary, all the men around him gasp.  

“Dude, what the fuck?” An older player asks in his direction.

Jungkook ignores him to focus on Taehyung alone.

“She told you?”

Even though Taehyung already knows the truth, Jungkook not even attempting to defend himself causes his jaw to clench.

“Not by choice,” he replies.

“Jeon, is that seriously true?” Someone questions him again.

His attention is finally pulled away as he looks towards his teammate. 

“It’s not… it isn’t like that,” he explains. “She’s my soulmate.”

The proclamation elicits even more gasps.

“So that gives you the right to sneak around behind my back?” Taehyung snarls.

“That’s not what I said,” Jungkook counters. “I wanted to tell you from the very start, alright? It was her choice not to and it wasn’t my place to do so myself.” 

“Oh, that’s not your place, but her pussy is?”

The crowd oohs and some even choke out a disbelieving laugh. 

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Jungkook grits through his teeth. 

Following a click of his tongue, Taehyung takes a single step closer to his team captain.

“I’ll talk about her however the fuck I want. She was mine long before she ever became yours, if you can even call it that.” 

Taehyung calling the validity of your relationship into question lights a fire inside Jungkook’s chest. No matter how long you two were together, it doesn’t change that the universe declared you belong to him and him alone.

“You really think that matters, Kim? I’m the soulmate while you’re nothing more than a little fling,” Jungkook retorts.

Before any movement even registers in Jungkook’s line of sight, Taehyung’s fist connects to his cheek with a brutal crack of skin meeting skin. It sends the soccer captain stumbling backwards into another teammate as he clutches the left side of his face and curses under his breath. 

The players all swing into action, some of them grabbing Taehyung to hold him back while the rest check on Jungkook. 

“Fucking let go of me!” Taehyung shouts at the teammates pulling him across the field. 

“You good, Cap?” Someone asks Jungkook, to which he merely nods. 

“Tae, dude, calm down,” a different older player commands. “It isn’t worth it.”

The men with their arms around Taehyung eventually manage to tug him into the locker room so he can cool down. At the same time, Jungkook finds his bearings again by standing up and massaging his cheekbone. 

“Uh, what do we do now?” A freshman questions him.

Jungkook spits out a glob of blood before shaking his head.

“Just… practice is canceled,” he states. “I gotta go check on Y/N, anyway.”

“She’s really your soulmate?” Someone else speaks up.

Rather than verbally responding, Jungkook pulls his shirtsleeve up to reveal the only tattoo on his left arm. Your name always looks so beautiful in contrast to his honey skin, but he isn’t able to appreciate the familiar curves at the moment. 

He doesn’t stay much longer after deciding to leave his duffle bag in the locker room to avoid running into Taehyung. 

His trek across campus is full of anxious thoughts about how your encounter with the man in question went, but if what just occurred is anything to go by, it must not have gone well. 

Despite still hysterically sobbing, you at least manage to move from the floor to the bed. While using the sheets as a makeshift cocoon, you bury your face in the pillows to muffle your desperate cries. You have no idea how long ago Taehyung stormed out, but every minute feels like a century of anguish even from the comfort of your bed. 

The knock on your door barely fazes you and you’re ready to tell them to get lost when their words filter in through the wood.

“I know you might not wanna see me right now, princess, but I need to know you’re okay,” Jungkook tells you.

Hearing his voice just makes you sob harder as your fingers clutch the linen to satiate the ache in your chest. It’s not that you don’t want him here, but you barely have enough strength to stand and open the door. 

Alas, you somehow pull yourself out of bed and trudge across the room to flip the lock. By the time Jungkook enters your apartment after realizing the door’s now open, you’re already climbing under the covers again. 

Jungkook lets you get comfortable before closing the distance between you and gracefully dropping to his knees at your bedside. His face ends up right next to your own and seeing his concerned expression up close makes you want to reach out to smooth the crease in his brow.

“Is this alright?” After you nod without lifting your head up from the pillow, Jungkook sighs and delicately combs your hair back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You’re about to shake your head this time until you notice a fresh bruise and small cut near Jungkook’s eye. It causes you to gasp as your hand naturally rises to trace the small red line on his cheek. 

“What happened?”

He clicks his tongue. 

“Take a wild guess.”

The realization feels like a slap to your face.

“Tae hit you?” 

“Yeah, but I kinda deserved it. I may or may not have egged him on a little too much,” he explains. 

You frown and continue caressing his injury until he steals your hand to lace your fingers together instead.

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault,” you claim. 

Jungkook disagreeably shakes his head.

“No. It takes two to tango, remember?”

Feeling his warm hand in yours definitely helps soothe you, even if you wish it didn’t. You despise your body for always melting into his touch when comfort isn’t something you deserve; not after what you’ve done.

“You were right, Jungkook. I always knew this is how it would end and I’m just a coward for trying to pretend otherwise.” 

“Yeah, maybe, but I understand not wanting to let go of the person you love, either,” he replies. 

It’s your turn to shake your head.

“Understanding it doesn’t make it right.”

“No, it doesn’t.” His hand moves from your hair to your face, where his thumb swipes at a stray tear. “It wasn’t right and we both know that. But we also can’t change it or go back. All we can do is move forward while trying to be better.”

You sigh as your fingers absentmindedly trace the tiny lines all over his hand. 

“It makes sense why we’re soulmates. We’re both bad people who deserve each other.” 

Jungkook frowns.

“We’re not bad people, Y/N.” Before you can disagree, he continues. “We did a bad thing; made some huge mistakes, but doing something bad doesn’t make you bad.” He licks his lips. “It’s also not the reason we’re soulmates.”

“Then what is?”

There’s a brief pause as the gears in Jungkook's brain twist and turn to formulate his thoughts into words. 

“We’re soulmates because we both love chives on our ramyeon, because we’re both night owls, like the smell of hardwood, and blast our music at full volume in the car,” he states. “It’s because even though we didn’t know each other very well before this, talking to you is as easy as breathing.” He tucks your hair behind your ear with a doting smile. “Y/N, I look at you and I see… well, everything. I see the good and the bad, and I know you see those in me as well, and yet it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

His words stun you into silence because you never realized all the little things Jungkook notices about you. You thought you were just having sex, but he’s been paying attention all this time. 

“I wanna feel that, too, Jungkook. I want to be able to pick out all the attributes that make you special, but I’m just not there yet,” you admit.

Jungkook reassuringly smiles as he brings your intertwined hands up for a kiss to your knuckles. 

“I know.” 

You use your free hand to brush his hair back before speaking up again.

“Can we start over? Pretend this is day one and get to know one another like normal people?”

He chuckles and nods his head. 

“Of course, as long as you finally let me take you out on a date.” When your face falls with hesitation, he adds more context. “Eventually.”

Despite how heavy your heart still feels, you share in his light laughter. 

“Eventually sounds wonderful.”

It takes three months for you to become comfortable enough to go on a date with your soulmate, much to his playful chagrin. Jungkook teases you all the time about keeping him waiting, but you know he would never actually push you to do something before you’re ready. 

Ironically, you two refrain from hooking up as much following your agreement to start fresh. The universe stops punishing you after you fully acknowledge your soul bond and therefore sex isn’t necessary anymore. You still mess around on occasion simply because you crave one another so fiercely, but it’s few and far between. 

You use the spare time to learn about each other instead, as though you’re just a regular couple in the early stages of a relationship and not soulmates destined to be together. 

Once you tell Jungkook you’re finally ready to accept his offer, he doesn’t even wait a single second to ask you out and start planning something. He also refuses to give you any details so it’s a total surprise, but he at least provides a dress code so you know what to wear. 

Although, “nice but not too fancy” is rather broad and on the night of, you struggle to find the perfect outfit for the occasion. It takes you two hours from shower to shoes to completely doll yourself up and you still end up twisting in front of the mirror wondering if it’s right. 

You’re wearing a denim skirt with a long sleeve, purple blouse, which is Jungkook's favorite color, but the weather is currently transitioning from winter to spring and you aren’t sure if you’re in season or not. You also have tights on because it’s still chilly outside and you hope the combination of warm and cold fashion isn’t clashing. 

Either way, Jungkook will be here any minute and you don’t have time to fuss over your clothes anymore. In fact, he knocks just as you’re closing your purse and slipping on your shoes. 

After opening the door, you’re met with the incredible sight of your soulmate in a dress shirt and slacks. He normally wears athletic wear or baggy jeans and hoodies, so seeing him like this is genuinely mind boggling. 

Jungkook must feel the same because the flowers in his right hand flop forward when his jaw drops open.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles. “You look so gorgeous, princess.”

A bright pink blush stains your cheeks on instinct. 

“So do you,” you tell him while pulling him inside by his free hand.  

He lifts the bouquet back up once the door shuts behind him and you graciously accept his gift with a kiss. Your arms loop around his neck, flowers and all, while you slowly make out in the entryway of your apartment. Jungkook’s hands land on the small of your back in response and you feel his fingers flexing as he traces up your spine.

When you untangle yourselves, you realize he bought your favorites and start smiling like a clown, but you also can’t help thinking of Taehyung doing the exact same for your first date. 

The real reason you made Jungkook wait for this moment has nothing to do with him or your growing feelings. Truthfully, you fall for him more and more everyday, but that’s precisely why you’ve been so hesitant. You don’t believe you deserve happiness after what you did. 

Here you broke the man you were supposed to love’s heart, but then get to turn around and date your soulmate? It just doesn’t feel right and if the universe won’t punish you anymore, you’ll do so yourself. 

Alas, you’re trying to force those emotions aside because you don’t want to keep Jungkook waiting when you put him through the ringer, too.

It’s clear he notices your somber expression when he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and trails his fingertips down your jaw to grab your attention. 

“They’re beautiful, Googie. Thank you so much.”

Jungkook only faintly smiles.

“We don’t have to do this, Y/N. If you aren’t ready —”

“No, no, I want to,” you interrupt him. “You deserve a night out with your soulmate.”

“So do you,” he counters. 

You unfortunately can’t stop a disagreeable frown from appearing on your face, but Jungkook doesn’t push the topic and just waits for you to place the flowers in water before you leave with your fingers intertwined. 

Holding Jungkook’s hand is a newer experience, but nothing you do together ever seems all that foreign. You aren’t sure if it’s because of your connection or simply because he has such a comforting presence, but he always makes everything feel warm and familiar.

“So, where are we going?” You ask once you’re in his car and driving away from campus. 

“Can’t tell you,” Jungkook sing-songs.

His fingers are resting on your thigh while you trace the veins on the back of his hand and watch him drive out your periphery. It’s clear you’re heading towards the city, but there are far too many possible activities there to narrow down your options.

After reaching the heart of downtown, Jungkook squeezes your leg to grab your attention.

“Will you close your eyes for me?” 

That absolutely piques your interest and you shoot him a skeptical glance in response.

“Why?”

He giggles over you stretching the syllable as far as it can go. 

“Will you just do it?” 

Despite your curiosity running wild, you honor his request by closing your eyes. You feel the car turning a couple more times until Jungkook eventually parks and exits the vehicle. He reappears on the passenger side after opening the door for you and offering you his hands so you can blindly stand up.

“Can I open them now?”

“Not yet.”

He leads you across what you believe to be a parking lot and up a large set of stairs before you hear the creaking of an old, metal door. A moment later, Jungkook reclaims your hands after dropping them to unlock the building. 

It becomes clear once you’re inside that you’re walking on a marble floor because of the echo from your heels clicking with each step, but you still have no clue where you are. 

Jungkook stops after guiding you a couple more feet before dropping one of your hands so he can stand beside you.

“Okay, now look up and open your eyes,” he instructs. 

Following his orders, you crane your neck towards the ceiling and gradually blink your eyes open. It surprises you when an influx of light doesn’t immediately flood your irises, but you soon realize it’s because you’re surrounded by darkness save for some twinkling bulbs above you.

It takes you a moment to comprehend what you’re actually looking at and it isn’t until you focus on the multiple different shapes overhead that you gasp and cover your mouth with your palm.

“Oh, Jungkook!”

Your soulmate positively beams over your reaction, no doubt because he feels prideful about pulling off such a big surprise for your first date. 

All around you is the entire night sky condensed into one room, showcasing every single beautiful, sparkling star and constellation on the dome above your heads. The planetarium is beyond stunning and you find yourself completely mesmerized by the display of lights until you hear Jungkook’s voice. 

“What do you think?”

Finally prying your eyes away, you gaze at your soulmate who’s already staring right back with the utmost affection. 

“It’s amazing,” you proclaim. “But I don’t understand, the museum isn’t open this late.” 

You must be standing in the local science museum because it's the only place with a planetarium, but it’s already nine in the evening and there’s no one else around. 

Jungkook smirks while moving behind you so he can wrap himself around your middle and rest his head on your shoulder.

“Well, my biology professor happens to be on the board of directors and I promised to TA for him next semester in exchange for private access,” he explains with a kiss on your shoulder. 

His answer makes you pout as you turn around in his arms.

“But that just means you’ll be even busier than you already are.”

He chuckles over the adorable expression before kissing it away.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll always make time for you.”

It satisfies you enough and Jungkook eventually lets you go so you two can explore the massive room while reading about all the different star formations and planets. 

Apparently, he only managed to negotiate access to the planetarium itself and not the full museum, which you suppose makes sense. But even without being able to tour the rest of the building, Jungkook planned a wonderful first date for you. 

After surveying the gorgeous imitation of the night sky for some time, he runs to the car for the blanket and picnic basket he brought along. Not only did he pack a couple sandwiches, fruit, and even cupcakes for dessert, but he found your favorite wine for you two to share.

His thoughtfulness almost brings you to tears while you watch him place the blanket in the center of the room and lay out all the goodies before patting the spot beside him. 

When you join him on the floor, Jungkook is quick to situate you between his legs and wrap his arms around you again. You decide not to eat right away so you can bask in the moment together, including gazing up to locate each of your star signs. 

Jungkook proceeds to melodramatically recite his own goofy rendition of how all the constellations came to be, leaving you to hysterically giggle as he squeezes you tight and nuzzles his face in your shoulder. 

It’s been a long, long time coming since the day you found out you’re soulmates. You know you still have emotional wounds to heal from, metaphorical holes to patch, and forgiveness to grant. But for the first time, you allow all that to take a back seat so you can be present.

You want to simply appreciate the feeling of being in Jungkook’s arms with nothing else to worry or think about. A moment of happiness doesn’t have to mean you’ve forgotten the past and what you need to do to atone for your actions.

Once your shared giggles die down, Jungkook moves away to unwrap the sandwiches and pass you some fruit. You follow suit by pouring two glasses of wine into the little disposable cups before carefully handing one to him across the blanket.

“To us?” Jungkook asks while holding his drink up. 

That word alone makes you smile as you clink the plastic dishes together. 

“To us.”

You proceed to eat the yummy food in a comfortable silence until about halfway through the meal when Jungkook clears his throat. 

“So, um, if I may?” He gestures in front of him as if to ask for the floor and you agree with a nod while setting your wine and cupcake down. “I, uh… well… how do I do this?”

“Googie, it’s just me,” you reassure him.

“Well, that’s the problem. Isn’t it?” The question causes your head to tilt in confusion, but he explains soon enough. “Even though you’re my soulmate, I still want to do this right. I want to, I don’t know, impress you.”

It’s obvious how nervous he is, which is quite rare for Jungkook, and you automatically reach out to brush his cheek with your knuckles as a small comfort.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect to impress me. You can stutter the whole time and I’ll still hang on your every word.”

He finally smiles again before snatching your hand away from his face to give it a firm squeeze between both of his own.

“I’ll do my best,” he declares while sitting up straight. “Y/N, I know I’m not the soulmate you were hoping for and that we didn’t do anything right after finding out. And I’m sorry for my part in you losing someone you love. It isn’t fair that you have to be with me simply because the universe told you so. But I hope spending these last few months together changed your mind, even if just a little bit.”

When he meets your gaze to indicate he’s done, you quickly clasp your other hand over his and kneel so you can move closer to him. 

“Jungkook, my negative reaction had nothing to do with finding your name on my wrist. Whether or not I originally wanted to admit it, having you as a soulmate is more than I could ever hope for. I’m so sorry for making you feel like that isn’t the case.”

“You haven’t, I just… I don’t want you to view me as the thing that took away the person you really wanted.”

You shake your head while tugging his hands towards you. 

“That’s why we started from scratch, isn’t it? I know I’m not always the best at leaving the past behind, but none of those memories come up when I look at you.” His eyes are sparkling with so much emotion that it’s almost distracting. “I look at you and all I see is warmth, kindness, and sincerity. I see someone passionate and resilient; who pours their heart into everything they do. Most of all, I see the person I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life learning about and being around.” 

The last syllable is barely out of your mouth when Jungkook steals control of his hands so he can pull you in for a kiss. His fingers dive into your hair while you straddle his lap and tangle your arms behind his neck. But despite immediately putting yourselves in a compromising position, there’s nothing besides reverence and affection powering your actions. 

Jungkook’s mouth coerces yours open to guide the tempo of your lackadaisical kiss. One of his hands falls from your head down to your back where he utilizes the additional leverage to place you on his thighs. It’s clear he can never get enough of you and the sentiment is absolutely shared; you’re addicted to him and how he uses his soft, pretty lips. 

It’s only once you’re both entirely out of oxygen that you part, but even then you leave your foreheads pressed together so you can breathe the same air. 

“I love you,” Jungkook whispers, almost so quietly you don’t hear him. 

The confession forces your head back as you stare straight ahead with wide, shaking eyes. That’s the last thing you were expecting to pass through his lips and you wonder if you even heard him correctly.

“What?” 

“I love you, Y/N.” The reiteration doesn’t help you process his words any better. “I have for quite some time and I know you may not feel the same yet, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

“How long?” Jungkook looks hesitant about answering, so you narrow the question down. “Before or after?”

You’re referring to when Taehyung found out about you two being soulmates.

There’s still a worried grimace on his face, but he eventually responds after nervously licking his lips. 

“Before.”

The truth causes your eyes to water as you attempt to comprehend all the different emotions swimming around inside your head, but one is significantly louder than the rest. It’s a feeling you’ve been holding in your heart for at least a couple months, if not longer. You aren’t certain if you truly deserve or have earned the right to feel it yet, but you still want Jungkook to know. 

It definitely took some time to grow within you after everything, but today it’s blooming bigger than ever.

“I love you, too,” you confess. 

It’s Jungkook’s turn to look starstruck while he shakes his head in disbelief.

“You don’t have to say it if you don’t mean it, I understand —”

“Of course, I mean it.” You cradle his face so he can see the sincerity in your eyes. “Just look at what you did for me, Jungkook. All this for our first date?” Your own head shakes in awe this time. “How could I not love you when you’re so fucking wonderful.” 

He smiles brighter than the imitation stars overhead before leaning in for another kiss. 

“You have no idea how happy I am hearing that.” 

The feeling is more than mutual, but you also feel an unbelievable amount of guilt for how you got here. 

“I’m so sorry for what I put you through. Here you were falling in love with me while I was just…”

“No,” Jungkook interrupts you by running his thumb across your cheek. “You were going through so much, princess. Regardless of the mistakes we made, it couldn’t have been easy being pulled in two different directions.” 

You pause to wrap your fingers around his wrist and rest your head in his palm.

“Can you ever forgive me?”

A charming smile serves as his first response.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he assures you with a chaste kiss. “You know, I did this because it's my dream.” He glances up at the shimmering dome overhead. “Just you, me, and a thousand stars.”

“Well, there are more of them in your eyes,” you tease.

Said eyes roll into Jungkook’s skull before he lays you back on the blanket so he can kiss you to his heart’s content. His elbow lands beside your head while his opposite hand trails down your outline until he reaches the sliver of bare skin beneath your top. With his mouth happily preoccupied, he creates an internal fire wherever his touch goes by caressing your ribs and stomach.

In the meantime, your fingers scratch his scalp and tug on his hair because he’s already driving you crazy and it’s all you can accomplish with a completely blank mind. 

“Googie,” you moan when he leaves your lips to venerate your jaw and neck. “I need you inside me.”

Your plea is met with a low groan against your throat.

“God, I want that so fucking bad.”

Rather than allowing him to continue painting your skin in smooches, you pull his head up until your eyes meet. 

“Then make love to me.” 

Jungkook graciously smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Are you sure you’re ready for that? There’s no rush, princess.”

“You said you wanted to wait until I’m all yours, and that couldn’t be more true. Every piece of me belongs to you and you alone, Jungkook.” You reach up to comb his hair back, too. “You have my whole heart.”

The proclamation makes your soulmate’s eyes sparkle before he swoops down for a brief kiss. 

“I don’t have anything with me,” he informs you, but you just shake your head.

“I’m on birth control.”

His eyebrows rise and after you nod to reaffirm your response, he begins eagerly giggling. 

“Oh, my baby!”

Jungkook aggressively nuzzles his face in your neck until you cackle and pry him off. He then spends a prolonged moment admiring you as though you’re the one who hung the actual stars in the sky. 

Before returning to his previous endeavor, he brushes your cheekbone with his knuckles. Your lips naturally meet again while his fingers continue grazing your face, but the kiss itself is far more sensual than his actions. Especially when he slips his tongue into your mouth so he can chase your own just beyond your teeth. 

After making out for some time, Jungkook’s hand finally travels down your torso in order to sneak his digits beneath your skirt. He immediately presses on the fabric covering your core, making you whimper as he uses your own underwear to supply your clit with friction. 

“You’re already so wet,” he notes into your mouth. 

You nod in agreement while your hands traverse his biceps.

“It’s all because of you.” As though to verify your statement, Jungkook applies more pressure until you cry out again. “You drive me wild, Googie.” 

There’s a proud smirk on his face when he stops kissing you to watch his hand disappear between your thighs instead. 

“Were those tights expensive?”

The question prompts you to follow his line of sight to the opaque material covering your legs.

“No, I think they’re from a drug store or something —”

A loud rip echoes through the room when Jungkook tears your poor tights in two, creating a massive hole over your crotch. After which he giggles and even throws his head back because of his handiwork.

“I’ve always wanted to try that,” he confesses.

You can’t resist rolling your eyes as you tug him down to your lips again. He’s still smiling, so your teeth clash when you attempt to resume your prior rhythm. 

Once the sexual tension and heat between you returns with a vengeance, your two sets of hands seem to move everywhere all at once. Although Jungkook’s long fingers are still softly playing with your pussy through your underwear, his opposite hand is running up and down your waist. You mirror the same actions on him, except your digits explore his muscular back before you eventually work his jacket off and toss it beside you on the blanket. 

It gives you more access to him and you immediately slide your hands underneath his shirt so you can feel his warm skin. Jungkook hums in content because of the sensation at the same time he pushes your panties aside so he can drive his two middle fingers into your cunt.

“Fuck, please,” you mindlessly beg in response.

“Please what, princess? Tell me what you want.”

“I… I don’t care if we’re naked or… or about anything else. I just want you to fuck me, Jungkook.” 

“You really that needy for me, huh?” 

He only makes the situation worse by kissing your neck while you whine in protest.

“Yes, baby, I’m fucking dying.” 

To prove a point, your hands fiddle with his belt buckle so you can unzip his pants and get the show on the road. Your impatience causes Jungkook to chuckle where his lips are still skimming your throat, but he doesn’t stop you from pushing down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out. 

“I don’t know if you're wet enough to take me yet,” he tells you while forcing his fingers deeper inside your pussy and curling them. 

“I am, I promise that I am.”

Jungkook snickers again before satiating you by removing his digits and licking them clean. 

“That’s too bad.” He pulls his fingers out of his mouth so he can use them to stroke his dick until he’s rock hard. “I wanted to eat you out.”

“Who says you can’t do that after?” You propose with a smirk. “Besides, if you didn’t make me wait so damn long, I would let you do whatever you want.”

Jungkook merely clicks his tongue while returning to his previous position above you to line his tip up with your hole. 

“I assure you, it’ll be worth the wait.”

When his head nudges past your entrance, you know he’s telling the truth. Not only is his cock warm and heavy inside you, but he’s so big your walls already have to stretch to accommodate him. The sensation must be just as amazing for Jungkook because he buries his face in your neck and enthusiastically groans the entire time he’s pushing into you. You imagine you two would fit like a glove even without being soulmates, but the universal bond which ties you together causes everything to feel ethereal.

By the time he finally bottoms out, you can’t even breathe properly. You aren’t sure if it’s simply Jungkook’s fault or due to him being your soulmate, but it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. There’s no longer any room for doubt in your mind that you two belong together because with him fully sheathed inside your walls, you feel complete for the first time in your life. 

Being connected to him in the most basic, human way is like coming home and despite everything you’ve been through, you’re so happy he’s the one standing at the hearth. The last three months have made it abundantly clear why you’re soulmates and it’s not because you like the same foods or staying up late. 

You and Jungkook are like two sides of the same coin; perfectly cohesive, but still contrasting where it matters. Your love languages, how you express emotions, and your work ethic are all identical, but that can’t be said for the way you react to stress, your communication methods, or what calms you down. There are just enough similarities and differences for it to work precisely as it should. 

Feeling Jungkook’s lips on your throat reverts your focus to the task at hand. He’s still quietly moaning in your ear while his fingers dig into your hips as though holding you will stop him from totally losing it. 

“You feel… fuck, it’s indescribable,” he breathlessly mumbles. “I don’t think I’ll last very long, princess.”

“It’s alright. I don’t care.” You pull his head up and the fire in his eyes is so intense it almost shocks you. “We have our whole lives ahead of us to have sex, no?”

He giggles as his nose scrunches. 

“Well, I might never last long if you always feel this phenomenal.” 

That elicits laughter of your own.  

“Surely, your surplus of prior experience prepared you for this,” you tease him. 

“Not a chance. No one even comes close to you.” 

His quick reply and the sheer sincerity in his tone makes your heart clench. Especially when you know he doesn’t just mean it on behalf of you being his soulmate, but because you’re you.

You aren’t sure how long Jungkook remains buried inside you without thrusting, since you wouldn’t mind staying in this exact position all night. But it’s obvious he’s itching to move, so you reach up for an attention-grabbing kiss.

“I’m okay.”

Jungkook doesn’t need any more reassurance for one of his hands to release your hip so he can steady himself by planting it next to your face. He proceeds to slowly rear back while watching your expression for any signs of discomfort. When all he sees staring up at him are eyes full of love and desire, he drives his cock deep inside you again. 

The avid movement makes you scream so loud Jungkook instinctively covers your mouth, despite you two being completely alone in the building. On the contrary, he audibly gasps as his head falls forward and his fingers flex where they’re resting on your waist. 

“Holy fucking shit,” he whispers in awe. 

You think he might stay still again, but soon enough his hips begin propelling his length in and out of your cunt. 

He sets a steady tempo and grunts each time he penetrates you while you perpetually wail into his hand. Before even a single minute passes, hot tears of pleasure start rolling down your cheeks because of how incredible it feels to have Jungkook’s dick rhythmically moving inside you.

It’s indescribable, just like he said. Even if your mind wasn’t entirely blank save for thoughts of him, you still wouldn’t be able to string enough words together to accurately depict the sensation. 

Not to mention how undeniably skilled he is at bringing you pleasure. Despite this being his first time doing so, Jungkook fucks you like he knows your body as intimately as you do. His precise and forceful thrusts provide the perfect amount of friction to your velvety walls and ensure his tip seamlessly meets your cervix again and again.

There’s an attempt to give the same energy back by rolling your hips into him at a matching pace. You’re also desperately clutching his hair and clawing down his back with your nails, but that’s more for your own sanity than his sake.

He certainly enjoys the feeling, though, if his fusion of deep groans and shallow gasps are anything to go off of. 

“Dead God, baby.” Jungkook’s hand drops from your mouth to your waist where he wraps his arm around you to angle your body closer. It not only gives him more leverage, but sends his dick straight into your g-spot. “I didn’t even know it was possible for someone to be this tight.” 

If you weren’t halfway to subspace, you would respond to the compliment right away. Instead, you pathetically whimper and tug on his hair until he kisses you again. 

“And you’re… you’re so big, Googie,” you mewl between smooches. 

Jungkook’s teeth clink against your own when he smiles at your praise and you wish you could return the expression, but he decides to ramp up his efforts and leave you uncontrollably sobbing beneath him. 

It produces an erotic cacophony of sounds consisting of your wet lips aimlessly meeting, his moans, your cries, and the loud clapping from your bodies. You can’t even imagine how booming the echo would be around the room if you were completely naked. 

Speaking of your location, you were hoping to enjoy the view of the beautiful lights overhead when you begged him to fuck you here, but you can barely keep your eyes open. Nevertheless, it’s still an otherworldly experience being surrounded by the entire galaxy while Jungkook makes you his for the first time. 

“I’m trying to hold back, princess, but I don’t think I can for much longer,” he warns you. 

Your hand in his hair slides down to his cheek to lift his head up. 

“It’s okay, just come in me.” You lean forward to nibble on and trace his earlobe with your tongue. “Fill up my pussy, Jungkook. It’s yours.”

His responding groan almost sounds like an animalistic growl when he moves his hand from your spine back to your hip for more stability. 

It’s clear how close he is even without a declaration because you can feel his heavy balls slapping against your ass and his muscles constricting all around you. You attempt to assist him by clenching whenever his cock reaches your cervix and it must work given that Jungkook’s noises grow louder above you. 

You’re actually on the precipice of ecstasy as well, but you don’t want him to restrain himself on your account. Besides, you know he’ll ensure you’re satisfied regardless of if you come together. 

“Holy shit… ah, fuck.” Jungkook’s senseless moans are like music to your ears and you can tell based on how unnaturally high his pitch is that he’s seconds away from drowning your cunt in semen. “I’m gonna — fuck.”

The warmth that spreads through your core is unmistakable and you automatically moan along with him as the sensation of him coming inside you turns your nervous system into mush. He maintains the speed of his thrusts throughout the entire climax to fuck his seed as deep inside of you as it can go. Even once he’s totally spent, he pushes in one last time until your hips are flush before holding the position so he can feel your stuffed pussy fluttering around him.

“Baby,” you whine, the feeling of both him and his cum filling you up being almost too overwhelming to bear.

“I know, baby, I know,” he placates you while kissing down the side of your throat. “I love you.”

Despite how jumbled your mind is, you manage to affectionately laugh.

“I love you, too, Jungkook, but I can’t breathe.”

He parrots your chuckle prior to gently pulling out. His semen pours out of you and onto the blanket below, but neither of you bat an eye because you’re already preoccupied with smooching and touching one another wherever you can. 

“You didn’t come, did you?” 

When you shake your head, Jungkook leaves you with a final kiss in favor of descending towards your center. He pushes your underwear aside with his nose to give himself more room while simultaneously maneuvering both your thighs to his shoulders. In the meantime, you make yourself comfortable on the blanket, which is easy enough when the initial feeling of his tongue swiping through your folds sends your head lulling back. 

“Oh, my baby,” you moan as your fingers rake into his hair. “Just like that.” 

Jungkook instantly gets to work by lapping up his own seed that’s still lingering on your pussy lips before pushing his hot tongue into your hole. You’re already drenched from both his release and your own essence, creating the sexiest sound of him sloppily licking and swallowing the mixture.  

It doesn’t take much effort on his part to bring you right to the edge again and before long, you fiercely clutch his black strands and arch your back because of the intense climax building in your gut.

“Googie, I’m gonna come.”

Your warning is met with a zealous groan and his hands gripping your thighs so tight they nearly crush his head. After just a couple more flicks of his tongue, you cry out and your body erratically trembles in his grasp, but Jungkook continues until he feels your pussy stop pulsing beneath his lips.

“God, you always taste so fucking good,” he comments while resting his head on your leg and wiping his mouth the back of his hand. 

Unfortunately, you can only acknowledge his praise with a nod because you haven’t made a full recovery yet. And as your soul returns to your body, Jungkook leisurely kisses up your entire torso before lying down beside you and pulling you onto his chest. 

On instinct, you start drawing shapes on the little triangle of skin peeking out from his shirt while he rubs your lower back and places kisses in your hair.

“You know, there’s something I wanted to tell you earlier, but wasn’t sure if I should,” Jungkook starts. When you glance up with encouraging eyes, he licks his lips in preparation. “Well, Taehyung got his soulmate tattoo.”

The news causes you to shoot straight up.

“What?”

“Yeah. He didn’t tell me, obviously, but I heard the team talking about it.”

A strange combination of emotions begin swirling around in your chest. Of course you’re ecstatic because love and happiness is all you could ever hope for him to find, but you also can’t deny the slight prick of pain you feel.

“That’s… that’s wonderful,” you proclaim.

Jungkook must know you well enough by now because his head tilts as he tongues his cheek.

“Are you sure? It’s alright if it isn’t, baby. I won’t be mad or judge you.”

You shake your head.

“No. No, it is. I mean, I won’t lie and say joy is the only thing I’m feeling, but all I want is for him to be happy.” 

Your soulmate smiles and agreeably nods his head.

“Me, too. He’s gone through enough.” His hand finds your own to play with your fingers. “It’s funny, the only reason I got wind of the news is because it was such a shock.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s a guy's name.”

“No!” 

Jungkook giggles while you return to your previous position by his side.

“Yup. Jimin? I think that’s what it is.”

“I’ve never heard of anyone by that name,” you state.

“No one else has either. He must not go to our school, but I’m sure Tae will meet him soon.” 

You sigh and rest your head on his chest again.

“I’ll be so glad when he does. He deserves nothing but unconditional love.”

“Mmhm. And maybe once he does, you two can bury the hatchet or at least get some closure,” Jungkook suggests.

The idea fills your heart with optimism, but you’re also well aware Taehyung may never want to see you again. Whether or not you’ll ever get the chance to have that conversation, you’re more than content just knowing someone is out there waiting for him. 

You and Jungkook don't stay much longer after cleaning up your picnic supplies, and when you stand up with your brutally tattered tights, he offers you his coat to keep your legs warm during the ride home. He walks you to your apartment like a true gentleman upon arriving back at campus and you give him a wholesome goodnight kiss like you didn’t just have sex in a planetarium. 

As you watch him skip down the hall following your successful date, you can’t help but reminisce about when he first appeared outside your door. You wish you could do it all over again and make the right choices, but you would still want things to end up like this. No matter how unexpected and difficult the journey was, being able to call Jungkook your soulmate, someone so naturally kind, caring, and loving, is the best possible outcome you can imagine.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Universal Truths