Hooked | JJK | Twenty Three

 Pair: UndergroundFighter!Jungkook x f!reader 

Summary: Walking away from your brother was never what you intended, you just wanted to run from the ghosts of your past. But now you’re back home and ready to pick things up from where you left off. If only things could be that easy, right? 

There’s a new guy living in your house, your brother’s best friend, someone you can’t help but grow close to. And the more you find out about him, the more you learn about yourself. An underground fight club, a newspaper competition, an overprotective brother and secrets you can’t seem to escape from. Did you make the right decision by coming back? Or did you just put yourself and those you love in danger? 

Genre: Series, fluff, smut, angst. All the aus: non-idol, underground fighter, brother’s best friend, roommates, rap-scene, chaebol. 

Chapter warning: Light smut…. Only three chapters left! 

WC: 2.7k

 JULY 26TH | 11:11

You didn’t know how you got here, but you welcomed the added weight on top of you regardless. 

It started innocently, late morning cuddles with your boyfriend turning into something more. Before you knew it, Jeongguk was pushing your legs open with his hips as his hands touched all over your body and his mouth found home in your neck. 

Every now and then he'd roll those same teasing hips to drag moans out of you and make your nails press into his skin. 

“Baby, I gotta get ready.” you mumbled, unsure of your own words. “Jimin is waiting for me.” 

“Let him wait.” Jeongguk stated calmly, kissing your collarbones and making his way down to nose at your chest. You were wearing one of his shirts, so when Guk inhaled, you knew he could smell the two of you. “I want breakfast in bed.”

“Guk, I'm not about to cook–” 

And then his eyes were lifting from your chest and he started moving down your body, hands finding your knees to push them open wider. 

“You don't even have to move, pretty.” the old petname, along with the way he laid between your legs, had you crooning. 

“Fuck, Guk.”

You whined as your back arched off the bed and you reached for another pillow to put on top of yours, just to make your top half a little higher so you could Look at what your boyfriend was doing. 

And what a fucking sight. 

Jeongguk lifted your shirt, pushing it up to rest around your hips, and groaned at the sight of your bare pussy. 

“So fucking wet.” the comment was more to himself than to you; he sounded proud and hungry. “What is it that they say? Breakfast of champions?” 

You laughed hard, which made him giggle while still looking at your folds. 

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day–”

Your reply was cut short as Jeongguk blew a gentle stream of air against your pussy lips, just to tease you into shutting up. It worked even better when his lips met your skin, peppering too-light kisses on your folds. 

You were already holding the sheets next to you for dear life, gasping as you felt his confident tongue pushing between your lips in a bold lick that went down--up--down in slow and long strokes. 

“So damn sweet in the mornings.” he praised, hooking his hands under your thighs to pull you closer to his face. “Always so sensitive.”

“Don’t tease,” you whined with a pout.

“‘Wouldn’t dare.” 

Doubtful, but Jeongguk brought his tongue to your clit and all thoughts of a comeback went down your throat as you swallowed hard. The very tip swirled and circled your clit, teasing you in the nicest way, before moving south to lap at your clenching hole. 

Your pussy was throbbing deliciously. The more Jeongguk worked his lips and tongue on your cunt, exploring every inch, the more committed your whines and moans became. 

His head started to move in semi-circles so he could drag those sinful lips all over your pussy, mouth parting to rub the flat of his tongue against your swollen nub. 

That's when your hand reached down and your fingers slipped into his hair, nails scratching his scalp, encouraging him to keep going. 

“Guk…” you sighed heavily, back arching as your hand found the back of his neck. Your voice was shaky and breathy when you said: “Your mouth feels so good on my pussy.” 

Jeongguk groaned against you, mouth never leaving your sticky skin. His eyes were blown out and lids lowered as he watched you. His pouty lips wrapped around your clit, pinching it gently with his mouth to make your body jolt before soothing It with slow circles of his tongue. 

The gentle licks started growing harsher and faster, making your breath come out of you in puff. You whined the name of the devil between your legs, swiveling your hips up and down to use his mouth and face. 

Jeongguk squeezed your thighs harder but didn’t stop you from taking what you wanted, not when he knew you were so fucking close. 

You knew you were dripping down his lips and chin, stomach tensing as your legs threatened to close. Your body started rocking with your combined movements and your hands latched around the hair on the back of his head. 

You were chanting ‘yes yes fuck right there’ as your cunt clenched impossibly tight. Every lick, suck and swirl dragged you closer and closer to the edge, but you were holding back in order to make this feeling last a little longer. 

And Jeongguk was having none of it. 

“Let go, dove.” 

The order was paired with the pushing of two of his tattooed fingers into your clenching hole and you were cumming around them before he could even curve them upwards. 

Your body shuddered and you moaned out, crying his name and searching for Air as your lungs burned deliciously. 

Jeongguk pulled his lips from your pussy with a wet smack, coming back up your body to kiss you hard. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you tasted yourself in his mouth, sucking on his tongue and moaning. His fingers were still inside you, starting a gentle push and pull, sliding in and out of you with ease. 

“Fuck.” you whined against his lips, nodding as if telling him you wanted more.

“Thought you were meeting with Jimin hyung.” Jeongguk teased with a smirk, but didn’t stop finger fucking you. 

“Then you better be quick.” 

That attitude had him chuckling and bringing his mouth to your neck. As he kissed and breathed your skin, you closed your eyes and focused on the stretch of your walls around his fingers, on the bulging of His right arm as he started a mercilessly pace of fingering your cunt. 

Not only was he able To hit your sweet spot with expert skills and quick strokes that were making you see stars, His palm was pressing down against your sensitive clit. 

The overstimulation turned into blind pleasure as you felt hot all over, being dragged over the edge with the kind of speed only brought on by someone who knew your body just as well as your soul.

“Cum for me, dove. This sweet little pussy is sucking my fingers in so tight–” 

The sly words and raspy tone is what finished the deal, making your toes curl as you felt your orgasm spread all over your body. You were trembling all over and hugging Jeongguk for dear life. 

His fingers kept pumping in an out of you as you came down from your high, blissfully dizzy and fucked out. You hugged him closer while you came back down to earth, ears buzzing and chest heaving as you took deep breaths to calm yourself. 

If Jeongguk had his way, this could go on forever and ever, but you were already late to meet with your friend and you and Jimin had a lot to catch up on. 

Your boyfriend, literally, carried you into the shower where you washed off the sweat of your skins and you returned the favor by letting Jeongguk fuck your thighs. It was safe to say that by the time you were dressed and going down the elevator of the apartment building, you were more than a little late. 

You almost wanted to ignore Jimin’s call when you saw his cute face popping up on the screen. 

“I’m sorry, I know I’m late.” you were saying as soon as you brought the phone to your ear. “But I’m out of the house, I can be there in ten minutes.” 

“Oh, hell, I’m glad at least you’re alive!” the man was pouting on the other side of the line.

“Very much alive, yes.” you chuckled nervously. “If anything, you can blame Guk–”

“Of course he had something to do with that! Are you two bunnies or what?” despite the Busan satoori coming out stronger, Jimin was laughing. That’s how you knew he wasn’t mad at you. 

“Are you at the café yet?” you refused to answer that question, reaching inside your tote bag to hunt for your car keys. “Oh, shit, I think a bird ran into my windshield–”

“Are you okay? Do you need to pull over?”

“No, I’m not driving yet.” 

You were shaking your head as if Jimin could see it. As you crossed the parking lot of the building, squeezing between other cars, all you could see was the form of a bird laying motionless on the front glass of your vehicle. 

And then–

“Shit, Minie, I’ll call you later okay?” 

“Wait, what’s going on?” Jimin sounded worried and you hated that, but you were about to throw up. 

“I’m fine, I promise, just… I can’t make it to brunch, I’m sorry.” 

You cut the conversation short, ending the call and rushing to your car. 

Yes, there was a dead bird on your windshield, but it wasn’t just any bird. It was a dove. 

Two white doves, to be more specific, carefully placed over the glass to face each other. Their white feathers were stained crimson with their blood and you felt your dinner from last night coming up. You tasted bile on your mouth but held it down, hand covering your mouth and nose to stop the stench from making you sick.

This was a warning. 

One that was as clear as day and you knew exactly who sent this. 

You looked around the parking lot, trying to see anyone that might be out of place or waiting for you, but it was too light in the day for anyone to try anything. As much as you didn’t want to let Wonho scare you, you were terrified. At least the shock of the moment was making you shake and your breath was coming out in gasps. 

You wanted to talk to Guk about this, but you needed to see someone else first. You weren’t about to get into that car, not when someone might have messed with it and you wouldn’t give Wonho the pleasure of getting rid of you so easily, so you pulled yourself together and requested a ride from an app. 

 JULY 26TH | 13:38

Your hand was raised mid air to knock on Hatter’s door when it was pushed open and someone was walking out. Wonho bumped into you in your haste, making the bad kind of shivers run through you as he was the last person you expected to see in the Circle so early in the day.

“Careful there, little mouse.” the man teased and something in his eyes told you he knew exactly why you were here. “You might end up getting hurt.” 

Hatter looked tired when you looked at him inside the office, stepping aside to stay out of Wonho’s way and avoiding giving him an answer. You needed to get a step ahead again, if you were to face him head on, for right now you felt like a cornered mouse. 

Wonho had an easy laugh on his lips as he walked down the hall, as if nothing could touch him. If you thought you couldn’t hate him any more, you kept surprising yourself. 

“Are you coming in or what?” Hatter asked, bring you back to the present. 

“Yeah, sorry.” you stepped in and closed the door behind you. 

The man was sitting behind his desk, eyes deep and dark, and you didn’t know if his eyeliner was smudging or if he hadn’t slept in days. His hair was greasier than usual, pushed back in half bun. 

“Wonho killed Jae didn't he?” you asked, standing up behind one of the extra chairs. 

Instead of looking surprised, the man sighed and pressed his temples. “Why does that matter?”

“Because he killed my sister too.” 

That had his attention, making him frown and look at you with a mix of pity and worry.

“And I know why he killed Jae.” you continued, now that you had his attention. “Jae was working for the Seoul Chronicles wasn’t he?” 

“How do you know that?” not a denial, which was already more than you thought you might get so easily. 

“Because they contacted me.” you were honest. If Hatter trusted you, then you would trust him.  

“Yn, for fucks sake.” the man stood up and ran a hand over his mouth and chin. 

“I know, I know, but I'm not stupid, I didn't tell them anything.” you assured him, heart skipping in your chest.  

“You better not. Wonho is powerful, you have no idea how.” 

“Because he's the son of the mayor? The mayor who actually owns this place? The one that let him get away with shit for too long.” since you were already spilling the beans, you kept going. “How many more fighters are you willing to lose so Wonho gets to keep his playground?”

“How deep are you into all of this?” Hatter’s brows were furrowed and he looked at you as if he suddenly didn’t know you.  

“Deep enough that I just found two dead doves in my car.” you told him, still very much sick to your stomach as the image of the two pretty birds bloody and lifeless. 

“Fuck. Fuck. I told you not to mess with him.” the man started walking from one side to the other behind his desk, he knew it was a warning and he knew it was from Wonho too. “I thought that by letting you snoop around a bit would get it out of your system–” 

“How could I let this go? He killed my sister. The same way he killed Jae.” you weren’t certain of many things in your life, but this… Nothing would change your mind, not when you had enough evidence to prove. “And she wasn’t a liability, she was just a fling and when he got tired, he got rid of her.” 

“Is that why you wanted to join the Circle so badly?” he wheezed, connecting his own dots. “To get revenge for your sister?”

You shook your head. “No, not at all. I didn't find out about this until after I started working here.” 

“And now you want to do what?” 

“I have enough proof to get his ass in jail.” you hoped your conviction was enough to get him to back your plan. “It won't be for Jae’s death or Hyejin’s, but we can pin the Circle on him and on his dad.” 

“Yn.”

“That can be the start of it, I'm sure once this breaks out people will start investigating them both and they'll find all the shit they've been doing.” you continued, getting a little out of breath when you were done.

“Stop– you need to stop while you can.” if Hatter was tired before, he was exhausted now, turning his back to you to stare at the wall. 

You couldn’t bite your tongue any longer at this point. “Why are you so scared of him?” 

“Why aren't you?!” that had him turning around to face you. “You live in a fantasy world if you think nothing will fall on our heads. They have money, don't you think they can easily pin all of that on me? On the others?” 

“I have money too. I can get every single one of us the best lawyers in the country–”

His scoff interrupted you. “You're crazier than I am.”

People kept saying that and you didn’t like it. Not when you were making perfect sense, but no one wanted to listen. 

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” you hated sounding like your mother when you said those very words. “I can bring them down.”

“You can get yourself killed.” his hand was banging on his desk in an outburst that made you jump. Then he took deep breaths to calm himself while you willed your heart to do the same. “But I can't let that happen. You need to go. You need to go and you can't come back.”

“Hatter–”

“I'm doing this because I like you, songbird. You're fired. You and Guk.” he said while walking to the door and opening it for you. “Do yourselves a favor and lay low for a while, stay out of Wonho’s way.”