Jungkook and his girlfriend were both in college, dating for two years now—a classic "lovers-out-of-nowhere" situation that neither of them saw coming until it did. Jungkook had always been the annoyingly clingy and intrusive one between them, constantly needing her attention. He'd do anything to keep her focus on him, even if it meant riling her up intentionally—because he knew it worked. And no matter how much they bickered or teased, they couldn't live without each other for long.

The summer holidays were already ending, and the weight of assignments, lectures, and the looming reality of college life had settled back into place. She could feel the tired ache of a long day following her as she trudged up the stairs to her apartment. Jungkook had talked things out two days ago about him moving back to New York with his family—last-minute, like everything he did. "I’ll be gone for a while, baby but I'll come around probably by the end of this semester. Miss me like hell, okay?" he'd said, tugging her into a tight hug before she could swat him away for the short notice.

And as attention hungry as he always was, he texted her on the way to the airport, Facetimed her, and kept flooding her phone with updates—pictures of the plane, way to his house, selfies with his brother, and even random texts like "Why does the sun looks different?" and "I saw two dogs kissing down the streets they look like us".

But today was hectic. She barely had time to breathe. By the time she got home, she ate like a starved cat—instant noodles and leftover fried chicken—before plopping down at her desk to finish her mountain of pending homework. Her phone lay somewhere on the bed, between the wrinkled sheets buzzing and beeping every now and then with notifications she didn't have the energy to check.

Meanwhile, Jungkook had just settled in his room after being out with his brother on the local streets. The breeze had been refreshing, and the drinks—too many, if he was honest. He kicked off his sandals and went straight upstairs to his room. Thunder rumbled gently outside as rain began to fall, soft against the windowpanes. He reached for his laptop and started spamming his girlfriend with messages.

"are you alive? Baby pick up! Why are you ignoring me? I miss you. Baaaby answer me. I'm dying please I need you" The messages came in rapid succession, making her groan in frustration. She tried to ignore them, scribbling down notes, but the endless dings grated on her nerves until her phone finally lit up with an incoming call. She snatched it off the bed, pressing it to her ear. "What do you want, Kook? and why are you sounding like this?"

On the other end, he chuckled—low, lazy, and undeniably tipsy unable to hold it in. "Erm...turn on your camera Please?" His voice softened into a tiny whine. Frowning, she swiped to video call, and the moment the screen lit up, her eyes widened. There he was, sprawled across white sheets, shirtless, flushed, and gripping a sleek, vibrating pocket pussy in his hands. His dark hair was messy, falling over his hooded eyes as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

"Jungkook– What the fuck are you doing?" She stammered. He gave a desperate, lopsided smile, biting his bottom lip. The sex toy, glistening from lube and obvious use, moved slowly along his rigid length, the vibration barely audible but enough to make his hips jerk. His thighs trembled, muscles taut under the dim light. "I miss you," he rasped, eyes locked onto hers through the screen. "Can you just... look pretty for me Anyway..." His tatted hands tightened around the toy stroking slowly up and down as he groaned, the toy buzzing against the sensitive underside.