Be Your Fantasy | JJK | Two

 Pair: Idol!Jungkook x f!reader 

Summary: Jungkook doesn’t have a lot of time before he needs to enlist for the military, so what happens when his best friends decide to set him up with the girl he’s had a crush on for longer than he’d like to admit? And what happens when you feel the same way about him? 

Genre: Mini series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au.

Warnings: Jungkook has enlisted in the military, but it doesn’t mean he won’t come up with creative ways to spend time with you. 

WC: 7k

 “Why are you so nervous?” Jimin asked in the middle of breakfast, calling the attention of a few other military trainees sharing their table and causing them to look at Jungkook curiously. 

“I'm not nervous–” the younger man –who happened to not be the youngest around, for a change– hissed in what should tell Jimin that he needed to mind his tone. 

“Then stop fidgeting, you're making Yun uncomfortable.” his best friend pointed a spoon towards the scrawny kid who sat in front of the two of them with wide eyes.  

“I'm not uncomfortable, hyung-nim!” Yun rushed to assure Jungkook, waving a hand in the air to make a point. 

“See? The poor boy can't even finish his meal.” Jimin continued to push, biting back a cheeky smile and further teasing the younger boy. 

Jungkook and Jimin had enlisted together to serve in the Korean Military a little over six weeks ago, just recently finishing their initial intensive training. They were using the perks of the buddy system to ensure that they could serve their time in the company of one another; both for safety reasons and to ensure their mental health was as solid as it could be, considering the drastic changes in their lives since they had to exchange stages and world tours for shooting ranges and heavy military gear. 

The two idols were a bit of a novelty at the camp they were sent to, catching eyes wherever they went, from younger men who were serving alongside them. Especially Jungkook, who'd been exceeding exceptionally well in everything they had to learn and do. 

His Golden Maknae title seemed to follow him even here, which put him –and by association, Jimin– onto a position where the younger trainees were intimidated by them. Most of them kept their distance and minded their own business, which is how Jungkook preferred. Others, however, still kept their ears and eyes peeled on the idols, taking a curious interest and sometimes even creating rumors. 

It was annoying, to say the least, that Bangtan still had to deal with leaked pictures and information about them getting out to the press. Not even while serving their country (as if they hadn't done so for a decade already), could they have privacy. 

It made Jungkook wary of his conversations falling into the ears of the wrong person, which is why he needed Jimin to keep his meddling to a minimum. 

“Hyung, stop being annoying.” Jungkook sighed, more for the sake of Yun than his own. Jungkook had given up on finishing his breakfast, but he didn't want to be the reason why the others lost their appetite.

“I will, as soon as you tell me why you're so nervous.” Jimin pouted, Busan Satoori so thick it made him miss home a little less. 

Jungkook sighed heavily, knowing he wouldn’t get past Jimin’s insistence. He hadn’t in the past fifteen years of his life, he wasn’t about to dodge his nosey ass now. Not when they didn't have anything better to do. 

“I'm getting my phone at any time now.” Jungkook mumbled, squirming a little in his seat and pretending to fix up his uniform as one of their supervisors passed by their table. 

“You got phone privileges? Again?” Jimin gasped, clearly shocked by the information. “How do you have so much of it?”

“By doing extra shifts.” Jungkook’s shoulders raised and dropped as he took his strawberry milk bottle to finish it off.

“What? People can do that?” there was clearly a lot more about military life than Jimin knew about. 

Yun started nodding from across the table, dropping his spoon onto the metal tray with a loud clank. “It's true. When you work extra hours, or give up your weekends, you can trade it for perks.” the boy explained what Jungkook already knew. “And Jungkook-nim has been working extra hard, he's a real example to all of us.”

“Huh. Why–” Jimin eyed Jungkook suspiciously, small eyes becoming suddenly round and large. “Ohhhhhh. Jungkookieeeeeee. Have you been hiding things from me?”

“What could I be hiding, hyung? I'm with you every day, all hours of the day.” Jungkook pointed out. “We eat together, shower together, sleep together–”

“Clearly I'm not with you all the time, since I didn't know you were putting out all this extra work.” the hyung pointed out, and he did make a good one, but it's not like Jungkook could really open up in the middle of the cafeteria. 

“It’s nothing.” 

“Mhmm. Who are you calling? What's her name?” at least Jimin had the decency to keep his voice down this time. 

“You have a girlfriend, hyung?” Yun showed him the same mercy as he hunched forward to whisper, too bad his metal chair scraped loudly against the floor. “Are idols allowed to date?”

“We are, but no, I don't have a girlfriend.” not exactly a lie by any means. 

“Are you calling a phone sex line?” Ji-ho, the trainee sitting beside Yun, and was apparently listening to their conversation, meddled in the subject. 

“Okay, we'll come back to you in a second–” Jimin told Jungkook, switching interests.  Turning to Ji-ho, he repeated: “A phone sex what?”

“You know... A number you call to.... You know.” the man answered with an exaggerated wiggle of his brows, which did end up making Jungkook laugh. “Since our phones are blocked and we can't go on social media or receive pictures and we definitely can't look up porn. Some trainees who don't have anyone at home waiting for them call phone se- services. To help them... you know.”

At least Ji-ho was trying to keep the conversation appropriate for the breakfast table, unlike Jimin: “But where do you go to beat one up? We share a room with eight other people, and don't get me started on the showers.”

“You get creative when you're that desperate, hyung.” Yun answered, eyes stuck on his bowl of porridge, making Jimin and Jungkook push theirs away in almost perfect sync. 

Jimin opened his mouth to gril Jungkook further, but a familiar voice –that was a lot deeper and a lot more stern than they were used to hearing it– stopped it short. 

“Jeon.” Seokjin hyung was walking in the aisle between the many tables, calling attention where he passed. The hyung was almost done with his service by now, reaching the highest level that he could during his military service. 

“Hyung–” Jungkook was still getting used to greeting the elder, fixing his posture and showing him a salute of respect. “Sergeant Kim.” 

“Show me some respect, boy.” Jin nagged, then relaxed his shoulders and his eyes turned kind. Pulling a device from his breast pocket, the higher official handed it to Jungkook. “”Here's your phone. You have an hour to hand it in.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Jungkook’s face broke into a grin as his body buzzed with excitement, as if touching his phone shocked him with enough electricity to power a small town. He knew he couldn’t run inside the cafeteria, not only would it catch too much attention, he had to behave in front of other officials and soldiers, so he power walked instead. 

While leaving the main hall of the camp, Jungkook’s fingers were already turning on the device and swiping on all of the alarms he had already pre-organized so he wouldn’t lose track of himself while using the limited time he was allowed to spend on his phone. 

Being extremely fresh into his service, Jungkook didn’t have as many perks or benefits as some of the more experienced soldiers did. He couldn’t yet have his phone everyday, social media allowance was close to zero, official apps had to be installed on his phone to monitor his internet activities and block certain kinds of websites from being accessed, and he couldn’t even use his camera. 

Trying to earn some extra benefits –like the privilege to use his phone for two hours instead of one– Jungkook had been putting on all the extra work he’d just told Jimin about. He’d forfeit his resting hours during the weekends in order to clean the camp, work in the kitchen whenever the cooks needed an extra pair of hands washing dishes and he was even looking into office work to file papers or whatever else was needed of him. 

Jungkook was seen as a hard worker, as if he’d been doing all of it from the goodness of his heart and desire to serve his country in the best way possible. When the reality was a little more selfish than that. 

If he had more benefits, he could keep better contact with the outside world. He could call his mother –he knew she worried–, give occasional reports to HYBE and check up on all of the pre-recorded content he prepared before enlisting, talk to the other members and… Well. 

Then there was you. 

The one thing Jungkook wasn’t expecting to happen to him before enlisting was to meet someone that would consume his every aching thought and make it harder for him to be away from home. But he met you just a week before he had to leave, someone that cannonballed her way into his life in such a way knocked walls down and built new ones from the ground. 

The one week he spent with you after that first night he fucked you on his couch had been enough to solidify in his heart the fact that, given the chance, he would most definitely fall for you. 

You hadn’t talked about it, hadn’t mentioned relationships or the possibility of any kind of future together. You stayed as ‘friends with benefits with a mutual crush on each other’, as you so eloquently put during dinner one night. Jungkook didn’t know back then, what his new life would look like, how hard and time consuming it would be for him once he enlisted. The idol couldn’t ask you to stop living your life to wait for him, and he couldn’t promise you anything in the long run. 

So you’ve been taking it as slow as can be, going day by day. But Jungkook had been putting in the effort so he could call you everyday he was allowed to use his phone, he was already looking into his calendar to learn when he’d be allowed to take vacation days so he could go back to Seoul and see you again. 

Because, yeah, Mingyu and Eunwoo were right back then, and you did fit in well with each other. You had similar tastes in movies and music, and your personalities matched in an effortless way that kept surprising him. 

As Jungkook took shortcuts through a path he already knew well, he kept avoiding turns and walkways that might lead him to run into officials or crew that would want to talk to him, which would take time from his phone use. He also wasn’t particularly expected to be in this dormitory area, as his rank was much too low for this to be his current living quarters. 

But being enlisted in the same base as Seokjin meant that the hyung looked after him and Jimin in any way that he could, and that meant (amongst other things), that both him and Jimin could use Jin’s single bedroom anytime they needed some quiet time. The Sergeant position Seokjin was decorated with came with a bedroom for himself, no roommates and as much privacy as one could count on in a place like this. 

After typing the four digit code that unlocked the door, Jungkook was kicking his boots off and searching for your contact name so the call could connect. The bedroom he walked into was pretty generic, military green sheets covered the single bed placed against the further wall, a small wooden desk holding a few books and papers, and a two door locker-style wardrobe. Nothing like the lavish master suite of Seokjin’s Seoul apartment, no pops of color, no Maplestory plushies on his bed. 

But this was still considered a welcomed luxury in this new world, one Jungkook was able to enjoy, even though he wasn't necessarily worthy of it yet. 

“Hi, handsome.” you always answered after the first ring, already knowing the days and hours Jungkook was able to call you. He knew you hadn’t left for work yet, could hear the slow beep of the coffee machine from your kitchen in the background. 

“Baby.” Jungkook greeted like a prayer, body making him drop against the mattress as if he’d already run today’s drill. “It’s good to hear your voice.”

“You heard it two days ago, you can’t possibly be missing me already.” you giggled, but you didn’t know how much he did miss you. 

Maybe it was the fact that two days in a military camp could feel like two weeks, or maybe it was just your effect on him. 

“You’d be surprised.” Jungkook grinned, all of his pent-up nervous energy leaving his bones and aching muscles now that he was talking to you. “How are things?”

“Everything is much of the same.” you answered with the clink of a mug being taken from a cupboard and placed on a counter. “Now that the holiday craze has passed, appointments have been slowing down.” 

“But you’re still getting customers?” the man bit his bottom lip out of habit, but didn’t find his lip rings there anymore, something he was very much still getting used to. 

“Yeah, don’t worry.” you assured him, but it was a task a little hard to do. January was one of the slower months for your salon, or so you told him, so he couldn’t help but think about whether or not you were getting by comfortably. You had bills to pay and workers that depended on you and it wasn’t easy being a self made hair stylist in a competitive market like Seoul.  “Woozi actually made an appointment for tomorrow, so I can cut his hair how he likes it. I’m sure he’s going to post about it on his instagram, so I’m going to get Carats wanting to come in, too.”

“That’s nice of him.” Jungkook tried not to sound too bitter, as he was thinking much of the same. He knew a thing or two about promoting brands or products on his lives and having them sell out completely in just an hour or so. But being in the military right now meant  he couldn’t do anything of that nature for you, he couldn’t recommend your salon to ARMY. 

“He’s a good friend, but I don’t want to bore you.” you continued, unaware of his internal conundrums. “How are things with you?”

“Ah, we’re adapting again to the new training schedules. It’s going a little easier than the tactical training.” Jungkook told you as he made himself comfortable against Jin’s pillows. “But it’s still the military.”

“Yeah… But I heard you’re doing well.” your comment was absentminded and Jungkook could picture you pouring your coffee and settling on your living room couch. 

“Have you?” 

“I… Followed your brother on instagram.” you told him, voice small and a little shy. It made Jungkook smile with a nice warmth on his chest that he couldn’t explain. You must’ve red his silence wrong as you rushed to add: “I haven’t talked to him and he doesn’t know I know you, but he posts updates every now and then, just so your fans know you’re okay. And I like knowing about you, too.” 

“That’s okay, baby, I don’t mind that you followed him.” he told you, hoping to calm your worries. “I wish I had more time to update you about everything myself.”

There were a lot of things Jungkook wanted to tell you, day to day events, lyrics he’d been scribbling down on an old notepad he packed by chance, ask if you could recommend any books to read during his rare time off. But one hour phone calls every other day wasn’t enough. 

Jungkook was starting to think that no time with you would ever feel like it was enough. 

“You already do enough by calling me so much.”

“I can’t help it.” 

“I was thinking… And you can say no.” you started quietly after what sounded like a tiny sip. 

“We both know I’ll say yes.” he chuckled. 

“Hear me out first.” you had that smile on your face, Jungkook didn’t need to see it to know. “So I’ve been researching, and apparently people can send letters and care packages to the soldiers and trainees?” 

“Uh huh.” was all Jungkook managed to say through the beaming grin that formed in his lips, guessing where this was heading to. 

“So I was wondering… If I could do that?”

“You want to write me letters, baby?” you might as well be able to hear his heart from how fast it was beating in his chest. 

Your breathing also got heavier by the lowered tone of his voice. 

“Yeah… I know we can call when you have your phone, and letters would take a while longer with the back and forth but–” you went on a tangent, stopping short as if thinking about what you were asking for. “God, it’s silly, isn’t it? I’m sorry, it’s not like we’re in the fifties and you’re at war.” 

“I would love to get letters from you.”

“Really?” 

Jungkook nodded to himself. “I have two addresses, but the one listed on the official military website is for the public.” the one ARMY used to write him letters so they could still feel close to the idol, but those would always take a while longer, if they ever even reached him at all. “I’ll give you my personal address, okay? That one comes straight to me and doesn’t have to go through the company.”

“Okay!” you chirped, clearly excited as you thought out loud: “Oh my god, I need to stock up on envelopes.” 

“You’re so cute, did you know that?”

You were huffing, voice a little muffled as you whined: “Stop, you know you can’t just compliment me like this.”

If Jungkook had only met you once, if his only experience with you had been that fateful night when you, Mingyu and Eunwoo showed up at his doorstep after a night out, he’d really have the wrong picture of you. At least it would be painfully incomplete. That night you were confident and open, forward with your advances. 

When in reality, you were… Adorable. Yes, you were still sexy and you held yourself in a light that showed you were comfortable in your own skin. But you were also shy when too much attention was on you and you could not handle compliments when you weren’t expecting them. 

“God, I miss your face.” Jungkook groaned, staring at the speckled ceiling of the small room. “I can’t believe I haven’t seen it in over a month.”

“You’re going to forget what I look like, by the time you’re out, won’t you?” you laughed, but it wasn’t completely sincere. “I could print out a picture and send it to you? In one of the letters.”

That had Jungkook laughing a full belly giggle, which obviously confused you greatly as you followed up:

“Hey, why was that funny?”

“It’s not you, it just made me think about something I heard today.” Jungkook was shaking his head, switching ears as his phone started to feel a little hot. He could hear the pout in your voice and desperately wanted to kiss it. “Some younger trainees were complaining that we can’t look up porn while we’re here, so–”

“Oh my god, I didn't mean that kind of picture!” you fake gaped with a pretty laugh. “And, wait, you really can’t watch porn?” 

“Our phones are monitored.” Jungkook told you, rolling his eyes at the lack of freedom he had to deal with for the next two years. “We can make calls and no one is listening to us right now. But trainees can’t take videos or pictures, and we can’t receive them either. Porn, and I guess, adult magazines, are in the list of forbidden items.” 

“Oh. So if I did want to send you a nude polaroid, you’d get in trouble?” 

Jungkook groaned, air leaving his lungs as he thought of what kind of nude pictures you’d take for him. “Baby, don’t put that image in my head.”

“I would send them.” you continued, a little quieter. “If you wanted me to.”

“You have no idea how much I want you to.” want was an understatement. He missed you in more ways than sexual, but… The image of you writhing underneath him, the feeling of you squeezing around his cock, your mouth– “Yeah, you can’t. If I got caught with it, they might take my privileges.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t.” you agreed as he tried to regulate his breathing. “But how do you, uh…” 

Jungkook’s brain might be working a little slower right now, but it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what you wanted to know. So he told you: “I haven’t.”

“Not once?”

“I’m hardly ever alone.” his laugh was painful and he felt shamelessly sorry for himself.

“What about the showers?”

“They are locker room style, so no stalls. No privacy.”

“Damn, I’m so sorry.” he believed you. “Now I feel bad.”

“Why, baby?”

“I mean, I… I have.” you said with a breathy tilt to your tone. In a cruel twist, you clarified: “Touched myself. Thinking of you.” 

The groan to leave Jungkook’s lips was dragged, cock twitching in his uniform pants. “You evil woman, why are you telling me this?”

“I’m sorry!” a heavy tension fell between the two of you, Jungkook’s mind bringing him to places he couldn’t be in right now. He already had to adjust himself in his pants as any kind of stimuli was too much when he’d been this deprived. Carefully, you broke the silence. “Do you have people around you, as you’re talking to me?” 

“No, my hyung lets me use his dorm.”

“So… How much do you respect your hyung?” 

“What kind of question is that?” it was his turn to be confused, laughing a little as he tried to make the swelling in his pants go down. 

“I just mean, you’re alone right now.” it wasn’t a question, but a statement. And you might really be evil as you said: “You have me on the line. I wouldn’t mind helping you.”

“Fuck.” 

“Jungkook.” there it was, his weakness, chaining him to this bed. His mind was growing hazy, chest heaving as–

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Jungkook winced as the first alarm rang in his ear. “Shit, we only have twenty minutes now.” 

“Not enough time, then.”

“More than enough time.” his laugh came out as a wheeze. You underestimated how embarrassingly easy it would be for him to get off right now. 

“Nah, if I’m going to make you cum for the first time in months, I need the full hour.” you stated and there was the girl he met. “When can you call again?”

“Tonight–” 

“Baby, you call your mother at night.”

He did. Morning calls were reserved to you, as you had already told him that’s when you weren’t so busy at the salon, or when you’d for sure be home, no matter the day. When calls to his family worked better at the end of the day. 

But that’s not what made him stop in his tracks and jaw go slack. 

“That’s the first time you called me baby.”

“Oh, shouldn’t I?” you were biting your lip, Jungkook was sure. “I know we’re not together like that…”

“I call you baby all the time, do you really think it’s not okay for you to call me that?” he pointed out.

“Well, yeah, but…”

“Baby.” he called you and you hummed. “Can you call me that again?”

“Jungkook, baby…” you all but whined the double kill, making his eyes close and his heart skip. “When can you phone me again?”

“I think…” it was hard to think about anything other than you and the tightness in his pants, but he did quick math to figure out when he’d be allowed to use his phone again. “Shit, in two days.”

“Okay. Can you wait for me?” 

Jungkook knew what you were alluding to. You wanted him to wait so you’d have some intimate time together, over the phone, in the privacy of his hyung’s bedroom. And suddenly he felt bad about laughing at Ji-ho and Yun mentioning the phone-sex services. 

While it wasn’t something Jungkook would ever actively search for, much preferring the real thing, to feel you in 3D, his body was reacting to the idea of it in a much more positive way than he ever gave it credit for. Maybe he was just that desperate, or maybe it was you that made all the difference. 

“I can.” he was easily agreeing. “I can also call Eomma in the morning instead, and call you at night?” 

Your giggle sounded like a chorus of angels with little devil horns. “Trying to get romantic on me, Jeon?” 

“No.” he grumbled as a flush creeped up his neck. “But if I call you in the morning and we… I’m going to have to spend the rest of the day thinking about you and trying not to pop a boner near the other trainees. If I call you at night, at least I get to dream about you.” 

“Damn, if that’s not you getting romantic, I might not make it if you ever do.” you sighed and Jungkook wanted to hear more of it.  

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Five minutes, baby, I need to leave now.” he warned you with a heavy heart, starting to make his move to get out of the bed. 

An hour never passed so fast like it did when he was talking to you. At least the missing you and the heartache of knowing he couldn’t just text you throughout the day or simply get his car to go see you was a little of help to the situation in his pants.  

“Dammit, I really hate this part.” the sorrow in your voice made his heart hurt even more. “Take care of yourself, yeah? Stay healthy and safe.”

“You, too, baby.” 

There was more he wanted to tell you, but none of it could be said in four minutes. 

 “I’m going to be making the rounds until later, and I’ll get your phone from you after, okay?” Seokjin was sitting on his bed, tying his shoelaces too tightly for it to be comfortable. “Doesn’t mean you can use it for more than one hour, because I’ll see it on the logs.” 

“I know, hyung, I know.” Jungkook nodded, running his hand through his buzz cut hair. 

“I’m trusting you with this, Jungkookie.” the man’s eyes were warning. 

“Is this a test?” 

Seokjin shook his head with a tired sigh. “I’m not testing you. I’m not here to reprimand you either, I know what’s like to be in your shoes and not have anyone looking after you. So just… Be responsible.” 

“I promise.” Jungkook offered the man a soft smile, no words would ever be enough to describe how thankful he was to everything Jin already did for him. 

“Okay, okay.” the hyung patted Jungkook on the shoulder on his way to the door, turning around only to say: “If you need anything? Back of the bottom drawer.” 

Jungkook didn’t have time to ask what the other man meant by that, fingers holding his phone like a lifeline. Once he was alone in the darkened room he’d been in just this morning, he felt conflicted. 

Before coming back here tonight, he’d made peace with the fact that he wouldn’t hear from you again for a few days. But as soon as he got comfortable in the familiar bed, boots lying on the floor, pillows propped up against the headboard, bedside lamp the only source of light… Jungkook couldn’t wait another two days. 

“Handsome?” not only did you sound surprised when you picked up, but completely breathless.  

“Hey... bad timing?” it only now dawned on him that he hadn’t exactly warned you about this call, so he might have caught you while you were busy or even out of the house. 

“Oh no, my phone was charging, so I had to run up the stairs when I heard your ringtone.” you explained, calming your breathing as you caught your breath.

“I have a ringtone?” the fact you picked something different for him, so you’d make sure to always answer his calls made him want to take the red eye train and knock on your door just to kiss you, even if just once before he had to come back to the base. “What song is it?”

“I’m not telling you.” you chuckled, resigned. 

“Oh, come on, don’t be mean.” he pouted. 

“Not mean, but it’s embarrassing.” you whined on the other side of the line, making his lips lift in a bunny grin.

“Now I really want to know.”

“That’s too bad, you’ll never get it out of me.” you decided, and he knew how stubborn you could be. Changing the subject, you added: “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again today.”

“Me neither, if I’m honest. I was just laying here, about to call home, but I realized I just wanted to talk to you instead.” he was honest, words always spilling out of his mouth when it came to you.  

“Couldn’t stop thinking about what we talked about this morning, huh?” you teased, as if reading him like a book. 

“That’s not– well, it wasn’t the only reason I had to call again.” his laugh came easy, but it was slightly shaky. 

“It’s okay, I’ve been thinking about it too.”

“Have you?”

“It made me really distracted during the day, my staff was starting to tease me about it.” there was shuffling on your side of the line, the weak noise of bedsprings. “I just couldn’t help myself. I miss you so much.” 

“I miss you too, baby.”

Jungkook wouldn’t lie and say that he didn’t think about this call turning sexual, or at least suggestive. He also wouldn’t complain that you were bringing it up so early on, with a teasing tilt to your words. You both knew you were under a time limit to begin with, and it just proved to him that you were thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you, which was reassuring. 

With a lick between his lips, Jungkook heard the slight tremble in your voice as you soothed his worries even further: 

“Just so you know, I haven’t been with anyone else after you.” you admitted quietly. “And my fingers don’t really compare to yours.”

“Fuck.” the thought of you using your fingers to pleasure yourself, the admittance that you still liked his better, and the knowledge that you weren’t searching for relief elsewhere, made shivers run down Jungkook’s spine; blood running the same course. 

“You were right, you know?”

Jungkook had to remind himself to speak up a little louder or you wouldn’t hear him through a whisper. “About what?”

“About ruining me.” you sighed and Jungkook basked in any little sound coming from your lips. “I can’t think about anyone else, I don’t want anyone else.”

The idol didn’t have any expectations about you waiting for him, he never asked you if you had other partners beside him. It wasn’t any of his business when he couldn’t change your relationship status at the moment. But for a really long time, when he was yet to be allowed contact with the outside world and was left to the loneliness of his overcrowded bunker, Jungkook was a hostage of his own masochistic thoughts. 

He wondered if someone else was touching you, kissing you, claiming you. Jungkook knew you were too sweet, too beautiful, too perfect not to have any other suitor beside him. 

“Who do you want, baby?” he hoped you didn’t hear the raw desperation in his lowered voice. “Tell me.”

“I want you…” you whined, solidifying your hold on him in ways you didn’t even dream of. “I miss your mouth. Miss your hands. Miss your cock.”

“Fuck, I miss you.” he risked sounding like a broken record. 

“I know you do, baby…” you were smiling on the other side, he knew it. “Are you alone?” 

“In my hyung’s room.” Jungkook nodded to himself, as if you could see it. “You?”

“I’m in bed.”

A bed he’d been in before, on the second floor of your tiny, studio apartment. You couldn’t fit more than a queen sized mattress up there and Jungkook needed to bend his neck forward not to hit his head on the light fixture of the low ceiling, but your modest bedroom was a lot more comfortable and a lot more welcoming than the one he found himself in right now. 

You had fairy lights stuck to the cream colored, tufted headboard, a flower shaped rug at the foot of the bed, vintage style posters on the white walls and cloud shaped pillows always neatly placed over a thick duvet cover that threatened to swallow you whole. 

You must’ve mistaken his silence for awkwardness, or perhaps you’d been overthinking yourself as you spoke again:

“Now I don’t know how to start this.” your giggle was cute and shallow. “I never had phone sex before.”

“Should I start with asking what you’re wearing?” he laughed at his own sleazy question, using his free hand to undo the front buttons of his top. While the outside might be freezing with the northern winter temperatures, Jungkook already felt too hot in his uniform. 

“Do you want me to say I’m wearing lacy lingerie? Or should I tell you the truth?” 

Jungkook held a laugh while balancing his phone between shoulder and ear to push the sleeves off his arms. “Amuse me, what’s the truth?”

“I’m actually wearing your shirt.” you told him, making his phone almost slip from the precarious position. “That gray one you forgot here when you first spent the night.”

“I didn’t really forget it, I left it on purpose.” pushing the top away when only his white tank covered his torso, Jungkook picked up his device again. “I wanted you to have it.”

“Oh.” a pregnant pause washed over the line before you carried on, words taking a little air from Jungkook’s lungs. “I wear it to bed every night when I feel lonely without you.”

“Is tonight one of those nights?” 

“That’s every night.” the shuffling on the other side made Jungkook wonder if you were pulling the cover from underneath you so you could get more comfortable. “Wish you were here right now. Want to feel you closer, all over me. Never thought I’d be so desperate for a kiss as I am when I think of you.”

Jungkook wanted nothing more than to feel closer to you. “I know a thing or two about being really desperate for someone.” 

“Are you needy for me, baby?”

“You have no idea.” Jungkook wheezed, hand traveling down his body and stopping short of reaching between his legs. His cock already throbbed inside his pants. “Just hearing you talk like that is making me hard.”

You whined prettily, a sound he wanted to commit to memory for his own lonely nights.  “Does it hurt? Can I make it better?”

“Please, fuck.” the man was losing his composure fast, with how long its been since he’d been touched. By someone else, or even himself. He was fumbling again to hold his phone with his face and shoulder, trembling hands missing the safety buttons on his trousers a few frustrating times. “Hang on these pants were not made for easy access–”

“Never been attracted to a man in uniform before.” your giggle was light and he knew it’d be a full belly laugh if you could see him right now. “Do you have any lube?”

“I–”

Jungkook was rooted in place, Jin hyung’s words echoing in his mind. ‘If you need anything? Back of the bottom drawer’. He couldn’t have meant…

Moved by careful curiosity, Jungkook held his phone with one hand –not wanting to miss anything, should you speak to him–, and twisted his body to reach for the last drawer on the bedside cabinet. A few sharp edges prickled his fingertips as Jungkook felt around the back of the drawer, until a smooth cylinder brushed his digits. He almost removed his hand immediately, scared of what he might have found, but sucked it up and grabbed it. 

And, surely enough, the bottle of intimate lubricant made him grimace. 

Not only was it way past half used, but Seokjin obviously knew what Jungkook was doing; no matter if tonight was his first time needing the lube or not. And not only did the hyung keep letting him use the privacy of his bed, Jin was also offering up to share something that could not have been easy to smuggle into the military base. 

It was heartwarming, in a weird way, to know they could both (and maybe Jimin was in on this as well) be mature and graceful about this. It’s not like they hadn’t shared spaces and things like these in the past, when the seven of them lived together in a small dorm, with one bedroom and one bathroom, every one of them in their hormonal youth. 

“Baby?”

“Found some.” his mind was made up and his pants were undone. 

“Good. Can you spread it all over your cock?” for someone who didn’t know where to start, you seemed to have found a wicked path to his undoing. “Get it nice and wet for me?” 

“Jesus, baby…” Jungkook got comfortable on the bed, bottle of lube resting beside him as his hips were lifted off the creaky mattress so he could push the pants and underwear down to the middle of his toned thighs. “Like it messy, huh?”

“I do.” more shuffling. Maybe you were getting yourself undressed, too. “But I wish I could make you messy with my mouth.” 

“That fucking mouth–” without a doubt, you heard the pop! coming from the opening of the bottle. 

Jungkook’s cock was swollen and painfully hard, laying against himself and forcing the man to lift his tank top over his abs to avoid messing it up with the translucent pearls of pre-cum leaking from his tip. There was some juggling that needed to be done, Jungkook realized, as his left hand was partially useless as he had it reserved for holding the phone to his ear. 

With the right hand, he squirted the sleek liquid up and down his cock, hissing through gritted teeth from the coldness of it. Once the bottle was safely closed and tossed aside, his tattooed fingers closed around his shaft to spread the lube. 

“I always wanted to suck you off. Have that pretty cock down my throat.” you moaned your words, making Jungkook squeeze the base of his cock as his eyes closed and mouth opened. “I’m quite good at it, you know? Bet I could take it all the way in.”

“I don’t know, baby, I’m pretty big.” he challenged, wanting nothing more than to see your lips stretched around his girthy member. 

“I don’t mind gagging.”

“You like it a little rough, huh?” he teased, voice already fucked out as his hand moved lazily up and down his cock. 

“You already know that.” you confirmed, whining softly. “Could feel you between my legs for days after you left. I, uh–”

“Don’t get shy on me now, go on.” Jungkook all but begged, circling his smooth cockhead with his thumb. 

“I bought a new toy. One that should be as big as you.” 

Picturing you walking into an adult store, or even browsing the internet, in search of a dildo that reminded you of Jungkook made him smile while sinking his teeth onto his bottom lip. 

“Was it the one you used when you fucked yourself thinking of me?”

You hummed an agreement. “Doesn’t compare to the real thing, but it felt nice. Maybe we can use it one day, if you call me like this again.”

It was dangerous to think about how many times he intended on calling you like this in the foreseeable future. “Don’t wanna use it now? The image of you stretching that sweet little pussy around a toy is not that bad.”

“I’m sure it’s not. But tonight is about you.” you denied. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah, feels good.” Jungkook allowed himself to moan openly, stroking his cock all the way from the base and closing his fist just under his tip. “Leaking a lot already.”

“Wish I was there to lick it off. Bet you must be so swollen.” sucking him off was something you hadn’t done yet, partly through fault of his own. 

Jungkook was almost desperate when it came to the few encounters he had with you, needing to be inside you, stretching you with his thick cock, making you scream his name. If anything, he wasn’t a selfish lover and knew that not every woman liked to perform oral. 

It clearly wasn’t the case for you, as you kept bringing it up. 

“How would you do it?” he boldly asked. 

“I’d leave kisses up and down your shaft first, dragging my lips all over it.” much to his surprise, you didn’t hesitate. “Swirl my tongue around the pretty head, teasing at your slit, tasting you.” 

“I knew you had a dirty fucking mouth on you,” Jungkook groaned as his fist sped up its movements. “Keep going.”

“Wanna take you inside my mouth, suck you off slow, sloppy… Tease you just enough so you make pretty sounds for me too.” you continued, voice growing breathier with every syllable. “Can I hear it, baby?” 

Jungkook knew he should probably be mindful of any noises he made, every now and then hearing heavy steps from officers’ boots patrolling the corridors just outside. But at this point, he’d do anything you asked him for. 

Especially when touching himself and jerking off after so long felt this fucking good. 

The man held his throbbing cock more firmly, holding it up to stroke it up and down with tugs and squeezes, just how he already knew he liked it. The tip was throbbing and the veins circling it were pulsing like crazy, feeling such relief that he couldn’t help the raspy whines and moans he was letting out. 

“Fuck, Jungkook.” you were squirming, he was sure of it. “That’s making me so wet, too.” 

“Are you touching yourself too, baby?” he wanted to know with furrowed brows. 

“I am. Just playing with my clit.” your moans were sewn into your words. “Think I’m gonna cum soon.”

Beep– The alarm on his phone threatened to deafen him before turning it off with one finger. 

“Tell me we have time, please, don’t leave me now–” you sounded weepy and whimpery and Jungkook’s heart clenched in his chest just as hard as his cock jumped in his hand. 

He loved to see you cry, so pretty when your eyes were filled with tears from how hard he was fucking you. 

“Shhhh, just ignore it.” he told himself as much as he told you. “I’m close too. Keep moaning for me, bring those fingers to your little cunt.” 

“Jungkook… Baby… So tight…” you were an addicting, maddening woman. “Want you splitting me open.”

“Soon, baby–” Jungkook grumbled under his breath. His fist was in a tight ‘o’ around his cock, pumping it fast and mumbling promises he intended to keep: “Gonna fuck you nice and hard, yeah? First that pretty filthy mouth of yours, get you drooling for me, then get you on your hands and knees for me.”

“Fuck–” the wet squelching he could hear from the phone told him you were going as fast as he was.

“I’ll give you anything you want if you beg like a good girl.” 

“I’ll be your good girl, I promise.” your whines were the most beautiful melody as you got lost on yourself and your pleasure, moans echoing into his brain and seeping through his veins. 

“You sound so fucking pretty right now.” he praised, hand speeding up to an almost tipping point. 

“Close, so fucking close… Please, Jungkook, please can I cum?” 

Jungkook’s vision went blurry with how hard his eyes were closed, brain conjuring beautiful artworks of you riding him, of it being your cunt squeezing him and not his own hand. “Cum with me, baby girl…”

Your moans grew louder in pitch and became gorgeous chants of his name, until you were all but screaming it like your life depended on it. It’s what pushed him over the edge, thighs shaking and lower stomach clenching as he fist fucked himself with fast and long strokes until he was spilling his seed all oner his tummy and fingers. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” you were breathing heavy, little cries as you rode the waves of your own orgasm. 

“Mhmm.” was all the noise Jungkook managed to make as his vision got used to his reality, bottom lip swollen from biting on it too hard. 

His cum was thick and heavy, falling in globs over his tattooed fingers and painting his clenching abdomen. Jungkook wanted nothing more than to have you between his legs, licking off the mess clearly made by you, only to pull you upwards to kiss you hard. 

“Thank you for that, baby.” Jungkook smiled to himself, feeling boneless and more relaxed than he’d been in weeks. “Fuck, I needed that.” 

“Happy to help.” you giggled and yawned, making a tiny sound that reminded him of a purr. 

“Are you sleepy, beautiful?” he couldn’t help the yawn that scrunched up his face. 

“No.” you obviously lied. Your voice was so tiny, it would make Jungkook a monster if he denied you when you asked: “Can you stay with me a little while longer, or do you have to go?”

“Yeah, baby… I can stay with you.”