The Love Plaza | Jungkook

The Love Plaza | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x AFAB Reader

Summary: Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Wordcount: 4102

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Smut, Best Friends to lovers, Oneshot(?)

Warnings: Dry humping, mild awkwardness (these poor virgins), no penetration (this time), They’re so cute and down bad

Minors DNI

A/N: thought this would be a fun writing prompt to exercise my humor muscle. I often feel that my writing lacks comedic relief, so this was good practice! I wanted this to be goofy as shit, because friends to lovers is just that much sweeter when it’s goofy. I do have a couple other WIPs with this couple though!! One that’s fluffy and another that is significantly spicier.

Enjoy!!

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You must be shitting me.

Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. Jungkook reads the sign in disbelief. The only lodging in 70 miles was a damned love motel. The bright red neon “18+” sign mocks him.

Unbelievable.

"Hell no, I can keep driving," Jungkook turns to you, there's no way you'd be okay with this.

"Jeon Jungkook, we've been driving on and off for 14 hours in a cramped truck with enough leg room for a toddler. We're both exhausted." You flash him a stern look, "we were honked at five times because we were going off the road!" With a light smack of his chest, you giggle, "besides, maybe they have a room with separate beds!" Your voice drips with sarcasm, calm about the entire situation.

Except you weren't.  Inside, you were screaming. A fucking love hotel in the middle of nowhere? This is a sick joke. But despite your inner turmoil, you keep a humored face.

"You're sure?" Jungkook asks again, just to make sure.

Cocking your eyebrow, you give him an incredulous look, "the other option is getting into a crash. I don’t think coffee and 5-hour-energy can't help us now, bun."

He sighs. With every passing second, he can feel his heart losing years of life. This definitely isn’t healthy.

A bell sounds as you and Jungkook enter, catching the eye of a desk clerk. The shabby motel is surprisingly chic inside, with modern hardwood tile, and wallpaper patterned with soft wisteria, giving the space a fresh feeling.

"Hey there! Do you have a reservation?" The smile on the clerk's face is practiced, but falters when he sees the both of you in sweatpants and t-shirts. 

He concludes on his own, no, you don't have a reservation.

As you both walk awkwardly up to the desk, the clerk continues, "just the two of you?"

Jungkook answers, "uh--yeah." You spot a basket on the counter and tap Jungkook on the shoulder, pointing.

It's full of different sized condoms in every bright color imaginable. Pink, blue, orange, yellow, purple, green.

You both hold back silly smiles, doing your utmost to keep cool. 

"And do you perhaps--" you pick up a condom out of the basket and Jungkook chokes. He takes a moment before looking at the smiley clerk again, "have a room with separate beds?"

The clerk simply stares at Jungkook. Separate beds? In a love motel?

There's been very few moments in Jungkook's life when he was truly Flustered.

1. Confessing to Sandy Morrison in second grade. 

2. His first kiss in 11th grade.

3. Figuring out that maybe he wasn’t totally straight.

4. Seeing you, his best friend and crush of at least 6 years,  pick up a large condom, neatly packed in bright neon orange wrapping, and pocketing it for some ungodly reason.

Shit.

What are you doing?

You yourself don't know what the hell you're doing. There’s zero intention in your mind of using the condom, of course--not that you wouldn't like to. But you're just trying to have fun. What else do you do in a love hotel? With this thought, you promptly lose your shit when you sight a shelf near the clerk desk that displays a variety of items.

Lube, lace garters (neatly packed in plastic packaging, fancy!), satin blindfolds, fuzzy handcuffs (red, pink, blue, black, and orange!), and the cherry on top--a brochure of "The Best Positions For A Night of Passion!"

The cackle you hold in makes you shake. You hop over to the shelf and ask the clerk, "how much for these?" Pointing to the handcuffs.

The clerk is now thoroughly confused at the contrasting interests in both you and Jungkook, who is flushed in the face--both from embarrassment and holding his laughter in. "Um... They're all a dollar, the pamphlet is free."

The clerk looks back to Jungkook, "and, sir, I'm sorry, but we don't have rooms with separate beds," leaning forward to whisper, he continues, "if you guys are fighting, take the couch." 

Well, it was worth a shot.

Once you're both checked in, Jungkook is about to walk away. That is, before he sees you go up to the desk clerk with one of each item that was displayed on the shelf. 

Oh. 

My.

God.

The clerk looks at Jungkook, his expression screaming, "dude, I can't believe you wanted separate beds!"

You happily stride beside Jungkook through the motel hallway, kinky bag in hand while he carries the luggage. You must be insane. Having finally reached room 40, you both realize that Jungkook’s hands are full of your bags. Awkwardly, you dig into his front pocket, feeling for the card.

"Um..." you look up when he speaks up, "it's in the other pocket.”

Oh. Oops.

You dig through his other pocket. 

why are these damn things so dee--

What. Was. That.

Jungkook gasps.

You gasp.

Realizing what you’ve just done, you flinch away, “Oh my god! I’m so fucking sorry--" Jungkook is utterly speechless. This night just keeps getting more and more inconceivable. He says nothing as you dig more cautiously and finally yank out the godforsaken key.

One minute later you're finally in the room, with yours and Jungkook’s cheeks throbbing red.

Nice one, y/n.

As you both walk further in, you gasp. All other thoughts vanish at the sight.

Jesus Christ, what a night.

"Oh my god, Koo!" You drag him in faster and he sees you fall into a burst of laughter, and once he sees it too, promptly loses his composure at the ridiculous sight.

The bed is obviously heart-shaped, the sheets are red satin, and the blankets are pink velvet. The mattress is adorned with frilly heart pillows and lacy detailing, with a black headboard screwed into the wall (which is probably for the best).

You both share gazes of utter astonishment, only to fall over yourselves once more. The sheer ridiculousness of it all hitting you full force. Jungkook’s laughter only falters when he notices that there isn't a couch.

This leaves him with two options. Share the bed with you and sacrifice a sleepless night resulting in another 10 hours of hell tomorrow, or sleep on the plush black carpeted floor and spend the next week with achy muscles and a crick in the neck.

He's gonna have to sleep on the fucking floor.

Quietly, Jungkook goes into the bathroom, leaving you to your own devices.

One bed. God, what a cliché. Jeon Jungkook will not be brought down by some fanfic writer’s wet dream.

Despite the inconvenience of the motel, Jungkook is relieved as the hot water spews from the showerhead. He’s needed this all day. Each muscle becomes looser, and Jungkook finds himself relaxing as the sound of water hitting the floor puddles in his mind.

6 long years.

Jungkook was twelve when he realized he had a big, fat, disgusting crush on you. But he knew it wasn’t a big deal. Crushes pass and fade. It’s impossible not to have a crush at that age.

Jungkook was 16 when he realized it wasn’t just a crush anymore. The poor bastard was head over heels. Down for the count. Your smile made his heart burn—he’d do anything to see it. He’d pull up pictures of you on his phone on the rare occasion he couldn’t see you, just to make sure he could at least see your smile every day. He recalls feeling stupid for feeling so fuzzy about you all the time, but what’s shameful about wanting to see someone you love happy and smiling? Nothing.

At some point, it turned physical. Absolute hell. He felt complete and utter shame the first time he touched himself while thinking about you. It was deplorable how badly and how often he yearned for your lips on his body.  

Throughout high school, Jungkook could barely look at anyone else other than you. Others could tell, most didn’t even try making a move on him. Except for his first kiss, taking place after prom in the parking lot. He remembers apologizing profusely to his date the next day, admitting that he just didn’t feel that way about them.

During graduation, he almost slipped. Almost confessed that he wanted to give it a shot. The longing was becoming too much. But no matter how close he came to finally spitting it out he’d always chicken out. You meant too much. And it felt… wrong to spring it on you.

But this? He might break in two. He’s insane, he knows, but that millisecond where you accidentally touched him through his pants almost made him hydroplane, losing all traction on reality.

A knock on the door yanks Jungkook out of his murky thoughts. “If you use up all the hot water, I’ll personally annihilate you, Kookie.”

He can’t hold back a smirk, “yeah, yeah, I’m almost done.”

If hot showers were personified, you’d marry them. Specifically, the ones taken after your best friend, with his scent still lingering. This night has been one hell of a rollercoaster, and you take your time washing away the 14 hours of uncomfortable driving and cleanse your airways. Jungkook has always smelled like home to you. Years of friendship will do that to a person. Not even your own family can make you feel at ease like he does, with the way he shines. Bright enough to feel warm, but not so bright as to scare anyone away.

7 long years.

You were 11 when you realized you had a big, fat, disgusting crush on Jungkook. But you’d had countless meaningless crushes at that age, he was just a crush out of convenience, right?

Wrong.

You were 16 when you realized it wasn’t just a crush anymore. Something about Jungkook’s demeanor with you changed. He was always nice to you, but as Jungkook matured, his rough-and-tumble attitude crumbled away into something softer, cushier, and sweeter. It was unbearable. Whenever he put a secure arm around your shoulder, your heart would squeeze, and then release. First yearning, then comfort.

You wanted him. In more than one way. Never in a million years would you live down the shame from the first time you let him invade your thoughts alone at night. It wasn’t that long ago, really. Jungkook had turned 18, and He wasted little to no time in getting a lip piercing. You nonchalantly said it looked cool, but it kept you up that night.

It was becoming too much, but with graduation fast approaching you thought you’d finally have your out. You’d go off to college, and as much as you’d miss your best friend, you knew you needed to get away, and hopefully the love would fade with time.

Well, that was before you found out that Jungkook was going to the same college as you.

It was pure coincidence.

So here you are. Desperately trying to wash away your increasing desire on both fronts, romantically and sexually.

Regretfully, you step out of the shower into the cold bathroom air. In an instant you’re pulling Jungkook’s stolen hoodie over your head.

The room is dead silent when you leave the bathroom, and you spot Jungkook resting peacefully on the heart-shaped bed. His eyes are closed. It’s moments like these that make you want to give in and just tell him. So what if he doesn’t feel the same way? So what if he doesn’t fight back the urge to kiss you every day? So. Fucking. What.

He’s your best friend. That’s fucking what.

Losing him is not an option.

“Gook?” Jungkook is lightly startled, and you almost feel bad for waking him. “Hey, can you move over?”

“Huh?” He groggily looks around, then realizes, “Oh—yeah, yeah, just a sec.”

With sloth-like movements, Jungkook grabs a pillow and a blanket from the bed and lays them on the floor, but before he can slip down onto the carpet you stop him, “woah, woah, woah. What’re you doing?”

“Uhhh, going to sleep?”

“On the floor? We’ve shared a bed before, doofus.”

“yeah, when we were like, nine.” Jungkook retorts. Please, God. Don’t do this to him.

You know it’ll be hell sharing a bed with him, but you’d feel like shit making him sleep on the floor. “What’re you afraid of, catching cooties? Come on, bun, it’s not a big deal.” It is a big deal. It is such a stupidly big deal.

Jungkook takes a moment to read your eyes, only a feeling a twinge of awkwardness. With reluctance, he moves the blanket and pillow back onto the bed and climbs in first. He can do this.

You climb in behind him, settling in quickly. His back is to you, thank God, but warmth is radiating from his body. You can’t do this.

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Focus.

Focus on the patter of the rain outside. Focus on the whirring of the ceiling fan above. Focus on the softness of the sheets. Focus on the warmth of the blankets. Focus on the smell of the detergent. Focus on the smell of Jungkook’s shampoo.

Wait, no. Don’t focus on that.

Hell freezes over in the time it takes for you to get comfortable.

It feels like infinity has passed by as Jungkook lays deathly still. One movement and he’ll shatter. The bed feels smaller than it looks. The proximity is too much. He can hear your deep breaths, can feel them in how your back lightly hits his with every intake of air. His body feels like it’ll start vibrating. His chest feels like it might implode. His thoughts are spiraling. He just wants you.

Eyes. Closed. Mouth. Closed. Mind. A work in progress. Sheep, count sheep.

1…

2…

3…

Just fall asleep. Please. You tell yourself.

Closing your eyes, you count the seconds as they pass by into minutes. You’re on minute 28 when a haze finally begins to ease you. But some prick outside of your room drops something heavy and you hear them giggling and walking away. You hope they have a terrible night’s sleep. Even if they weren’t planning on sleeping anyway.

Being conscious again, it’s impossible to ignore it. You can’t take it. You can’t. His warmth, his smell. His smile, his laugh.

Him.

Something possesses you. Chest aching painfully, heart beating mercilessly.

You whisper.

“Jungkook,”

“Yeah?” He curses the waver in his voice as your body shifts around to face his back. It takes him a moment before he has enough courage to turn around.

Your eyes.

Your eyes are big and wide, you look scared and excited all at once. “Jungkook, I…”

What are you doing?

You must be insane.

Just forget it.

But there’s no going back.

Do it.

Just say it.

Say it.

Fucking say it.

You like—

No.

He gently reaches for your hand beneath the blanket. The mingling of your fingers calms your mind, eases your breathing. “Thanks,” a whisper is sent across the small distance that separates the two of you. “How do you feel about me?”

Jungkook stares. Huh? That’s all? He chuckles, “We’ve been friends since we were like, four. It’s a good bet that I like you.”

You blink. What an absolute dunce. “No, you stupid asshat, how do you feel about me?” All this courage makes your mouth keep moving, “I mean… I feel something, and sometimes it seems like you feel something too. Can you like, tell me if it’s just me?”

Jungkook’s eyes go wide, his warm hand slipping away.

Oh. You’ve made a huge mistake.

Or so you think before he’s crawling to hover over you, hands beside your head. “You like me?”

It’s your turn for your eyes to bulge, your face burning at the position, one that you’ve imagined at least a million times. Head turning away, you reiterate, “Unfortunately.”

His head falls to your shoulder, “Oh my god. Holy shit, oh my God. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this shit, holy fucking shit.” You patiently wait for his rambling to stop, but you’re confused now. He’s on top of you. This man is on top of you but hasn’t said anything about how he feels yet.

The only natural response is to flick his forehead, of course.

“Hey, ouch!”

You exaggerate the clearing of your throat, “’holy shit, I can’t believe this shit.’ Isn’t a super direct answer, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re mean?”

“Aww did I hurt you fee—” His lips touch yours softly, but it doesn’t last long enough before he falls back to his side of the bed.

“It’s not just you,” Your hands find each other again.

A thick silence rests over you, despite your staggering heart. You want him to kiss you again, desperately. You push yourself to ask, “kiss me again? Maybe longer this time?”

Jungkook obliges wordlessly, leaning over to press his lips against yours once more. It’s slow, cautious, unsure. Your body feels tense, making it difficult to feel excited. Not sure what to do, you pull him closer by his sweatshirt, forcing your bodies to touch.

It feels like he’s melting into you. His lips are still shaky, but he pushes forward, placing his hand on your hip as you wrap a leg over his body. Creating even less distance between you. There’s a heavy breath.

“Um… okay, pause.” Your eyes meet. He nods and his fingers brush through your hair, playing with it casually and awaiting your next request. In this wide expanse of time, the tingle of him playing with your hair lulls your mind and heart.  

“Again?”

Third time’s the charm, right?

With less hesitance than before, Jungkook finds your lips again, keeping his hand buried in your hair. This time, it’s more comfortable, and your lips tingle. Unsure of what to do with yourself, your hands grip his sweatshirt even tighter, and you find it in yourself to lean in closer, breath quickening less from nerves and more from pleasure.

How many times had you thought of this? Each scenario being different, passionate and fiery. And yet of the hundreds of daydreams, none of them were accurate. Despite the underlying awkwardness, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

All thoughts drift away when Jungkook’s lips leave your own, and before you can protest, they fall upon your neck. Far more astonishing is when he drags you on top of him, changing your positions.

A quiet gasp escapes. Woah, woah woah, buddy.

But your surprise doesn’t stop him from dragging his lips to the other side of your neck. You feel your legs go numb. With his stupid lips on your neck still, he asks, “Is this okay?”

There’s a lot of fumbling in your brain before you can answer, “mhm… I’ve thought about this a lot.”

“Oh really? How much of it?” This stupid bitch.

“Shut up before you ruin it, just keep going.” You have no clue, but to Jungkook, the breathlessness in your voice feels like kryptonite.

Slipping a hand beneath your hoodie, you jolt at his touch. “How far do you want me to go?”

You squirm, “Um… I don’t know yet, is that okay?”

“Good, cuz’ I don’t know either. We can stop at any point.” Becoming impatient, you only give him a nod before you guide his hand to slip further into your hoodie. The trail of his touch his tingly, unpredictable, exciting. The gentle nature in the way he feels you causes your body to take on a mind of its own as your hips sink into Jungkook, forcing a groan from his lips. “Fuck, do that again.” You follow his instruction, and he lets out another noise of pleasure. It sends a spark coursing through you, leaning in to kiss him again. It’s messier this time, the caress of his hand on your skin making the simple task of breathing complicated. Your hips push down again, and the bulge you feel beneath you makes you gasp. In quick succession, Jungkook’s fingers brush over the tip of your breast, and to your utter shock a whine flows out of your lips. Your legs lose more strength, and you follow instinct. One hand slips beneath Jungkook’s shirt, and the jerk has the audacity to cup your breast in retaliation, dragging another whine out of you. Your head falls to his neck, partially because you feel like jelly, and partially because you want to leave a string of kisses to match what he so generously left on you prior.

With each kiss your hands keep exploring his torso and chest. If he can play dirty, so can you.

Or so you thought.

He pulls the neckline of your hoodie down to gain access to your collarbone before leaning up and licking a bold stripe from your clavicle up to your neck, dragging your body closer all the while. And when he latches on to the crook of your neck, sucking hard and meeting your hips as they subconsciously grind into him, you release a moan.

“There you go.”

You see through hazy vision the smirk on his face. Different from any that you’ve seen in your countless years of friendship.

He does it again, latching onto a spot along your collarbone and sucking, harsh but loving. Easing the sting with another swipe of his tongue.

The room is soon a quiet orchestra of heavy breaths and stifled groans, whines, and moans.

Time feels nonexistent.

“I think I want you to touch me, koo--”

“You think?”

You whine, “God, I don’t know—I just need more.”

He groans, “Fuck, babe.”

His hands securely grip your hips, and guide them to grind down onto him, hard. His sweatpants barely getting in the way.

You gasp at first, but as he keeps guiding your hips you let out a moan, louder than the one before. You cover your lips, not wanting to be heard by anyone outside.

“shit babe, please don’t be quiet, please—”

As the rhythm of your hips continue, you lean down, resting your head beside Jungkook’s ear, hoping that the muffle of the pillows will prevent anyone other than Jungkook hearing you. You let go, letting your moans flow, as his hips meet yours. Each sound you let out into his ear brings Jungkook closer to his breaking point.

“Keep going Koo, I’m close.” You whisper, and the sounds Jungkook lets out sound almost painful.

“Fuck, I love you.” He whines. And with barley another thrust of his hips, he comes undone beneath you. He keeps his grip on your hips, continuing to bring your hips down onto him.

You can barely manage “I love you too, Koo” before you find release.

The butterflies haven’t subsided yet. You’re clean and warm in bed again with Jungkook, hands and hearts intertwined. This time sleep feels more possible, but you can’t help but want to talk.

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“some of that felt awkward, right?”

“Well, I don’t think anything is more awkward than when we were forced to take a bath together when we were toddlers just cuz’ we got all muddy in the rain.”

You giggle as Jungkook pulls you in closer against his chest. “Yeah, sex ain’t shit compared to that.”

The warmth lulled you into a comfortable silence. You can’t remember the last time you felt this content, and you never want it to end. Every night this is what you want. Hands fit together loosely, blanket tangled between your bodies.

Jungkook will process with time that this is his new reality. His new reality in which you fall asleep in his arms, in which he can pull you closer, hold you tighter, and play with your fingers as he drifts off into a dreamland that couldn’t possibly match what he has with you. No one knows what the future holds, but Jungkook sure as hell hopes that you’re a part of it.

This shaggy love motel did more good than he thought it would.

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summary: in which jungkook’s new lip piercing makes you want to cry, and he can’t live without you.

> fluff / word count: 1.4k

> warnings: mention of or*l (f. receiving)

> in which masterlist!

note: heh surprise :D my impulsive, jungkook lover brain couldn’t resist so here’s a little something 🥲

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“why are you looking at me like that?” jungkook nervously asks as the excited beam lighting him up gradually fades. “do you not like it?”

you remain speechless with an unreadable expression written on your face. dumbly staring at the lower right corner of his lips, it is adorned with yet another piercing that makes your boyfriend appear more enchantingly attractive in your eyes — which are, by the way, currently blurry and dazed. your brain is still fuzzy around the edges, short circuiting the longer you observe the silver stud.

it infuriates you, almost, how he still manages to effortlessly drive you crazier for him five years later.

it’s extremely rare for you to fall asleep before 10pm, and to be frank, you hate him for waking you up because you know you won’t be able to go back to sleep until 3am no matter how tired you are. and you’re still not quite certain if you’ve already registered that your consciousness has been rudely pulled back into reality; because then again, you’ve always been obsessed with his lip ring, maybe unhealthily so, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that you’d dream of him surprising you with a new piercing just under it.

however, there is a particular reason that holds you back from strongly wishing for that to come true.

“but you loved the ring, even the eyebrow ones… did i pick an ugly placement this time?” he wonders out loud with a frown, confused that his surprise didn’t receive the type of reaction he expected.

when he tries hard enough, he can picture them vivid enough to draw from memory… your eyes glittering with awe and adoration each time he presented himself with a new piercing or tattoo. you, showering him with love and praises that erased every ounce of anxiety he had about his life-altering decisions that usually came in the aftermath. what others would call impulsiveness, you named his fearless self-expression.

“ow- ouch- baby! what the hell? what was that for?”

with doe eyes struck by headlights, he gapes at you in surprise as he rubs his poor shoulder that was slapped without warning.

“why did you get it there? we’re not allowed to make out again until it’s healed!” you pettily complain with a drawn-out whine, knees bumping against his thighs as you bounce your crossed legs in bitter vexation.

“oh, shit.”

in real time, you witness the realization comically dawn on jungkook’s face, flabbergasted that in the thick haze of his excitement, he forgot about this excruciating restriction during the extended healing process. in his defense, it’s been forever since he got his first lip piercing.

oh, he’s in so much trouble.

he stares back at you, frozen and unblinking as he slowly speaks with a guilty wince. “ahh, you’re right… i must be out of my mind… i can’t eat you out, too… fuck, how did i survive this back then?”

the genuine innocence lacing his voice only fuels your urge to curl into a ball and cry in frustration. yearning for his touch while he’s not physically present is one thing, but this is much, much worse.

“stop talking.” you glare at him, angry eyebrows contrasting the puffiness of your face caused by sleep.

“you’re so adorable.” the endearing sight elicits a breathy chuckle from him, followed by a small whimper triggered by the pain that spreads on the lower part of his face immediately after. he brushes it off without care, muttering quietly- “come here.”

he carefully guides you to sit on his lap, sinking further into the soft mattress with your weight added on top of him. and for tonight, you allow him to manhandle you as he likes, not having the energy to jokingly pretend to argue with him. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer to him, only realizing how much you’ve missed him now that you’re skin-to-skin.

“don’t be upset, baby. i’m sorry.” he sweetly coaxes you into a better mood. “i will make it up to you after. i promise. i always do, right?”

with drowsy eyes still trained on the new jewelry that shines from the light of the night lamp, you sniffle and pout at him.

“and we can still do this, remember?”

the world becomes still and quiet, and the oxygen gets trapped in your lungs when jungkook holds your face in between his warm hands, crossing the short distance between you. your eyelids slowly flutter shut, lashes kissing your cheeks as his lips softly brush against yours. languid and tender, slightly sticky from your sleeping mask that smells like candy. he ends the blissful moment too soon with a gentle pucker of his lips, leaving you with a simple peck that will haunt your mind for the weeks to come, as if you’re a teenager who just had their first kiss in the middle of the dance floor.

“hmm, see, baby? not bad?” he says quietly, pads of his thumbs tenderly stroking the apple of your cheeks.

jungkook is too persuasive for his own good. the memories of you suffering last time are clouded with the new sweet memory he just orchestrated, and you’re almost convinced that it truly might not be that bad after all.

“but we need to be veeery careful like that for now, understand? so it’ll stop hurting and heal fast.”

and just like that, you’re a little more awake.

“does it hurt a lot? did you bleed a lot?”

hearing him say that he’s in pain made you worriedly react within a split second. his heart melts, and then breaks into two as he gathers all the self-control in his body not to pepper your face with kisses like he usually does.

“the piercer was good and quick, i didn’t feel a thing. but i’m definitely feeling something now.” he shakes his head, uttering the last sentence humorously.

“of course, it hurts now. you won’t stop moving… let me see.” you scold him with a roll of your eyes, slightly turning his head by the back of his ear to have a better view of the swollen flesh around the piercing.

“how is it doing?” he inquires after a few beats, curious and impatient with your silence.

and that’s when he sees that look on your face, the glittering eyes he was anticipating to meet since he finished his appointment the morning before. you grin from ear to ear, scrunching your nose cutely before giggles bubble from your chest. sheepish with your transparent delight, you hide your face in the crook of his neck, tickling him with your every exhale.

“my boyfriend is so cool, and so handsome. i’m so lucky and proud.”

that’s him. that could only be him.

jungkook, despite being elated by the compliments, can only muster a small shy smile. he carresses your hair lovingly, securing his tattooed arm around you as you threaten to slip off from his lap.

“really?”

“hm, i like it. so much…” you hum, planting a chaste kiss to the sensitive spot on his neck. “you’re always putting me through this, making me want to kiss you more all the time. this is so unfair.”

“baby, please. behave for me?” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut as if he’s in unmaginable pain. in his dramatic mind, currently flooded with love chemicals, he is. “if you keep talking like that, i will really end up risking an infection.”

you lift up your head to show him a grimace of disgust. “ew, pull it together. i wouldn’t want to kiss you with that.”

“tsk, you’re such a brat.” he calls you out with a pointed look, lightly smacking your thigh, revealed by your shorts that has further ridden up, before kneading the soft flesh under his large palm to soothe it.

you teasingly stick out your tongue in response, breaking out into laughter. and not so subtly, you squeeze your thighs together, grasping his wrist in a futile attempt to control the frenzied butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“have you cleaned it?”

“not yet.”

“then let’s do it. i’ll help you.” you climb off his lap as you eagerly tug at his arm, planting your feet firmly on the ground. “love, hurry- hurry. i want to see it in better lighting.”

exhausted after an eventful day, jungkook limply flops down, occupying the side of the bed that you’ve kindly warmed up. “you can go ahead. i’ll follow you after five minutes.”

“ugh, no, you won’t. you’ll fall asleep if you keep your eyes closed for another thirty seconds, and then i’ll have to wake you up.”

he pops one eye open, and then another, meeting your affectionate gaze with a silly grin because damn, you know him so well.

“i love you… don’t ever leave me. i think i’d seriously die without you.”

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jungkook #33 from the fluff list 💗 (even better if its like fboy badboy jungkook getting flustered and shy around oc hehe)

daft pretty boys | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

prompt: "i can't think around you."

rating: G

word count: 0.8k

genre/warnings: classmates to .. lovers?, college au, basketball captain!jk, he's neither a fuck boy nor a bad boy he's just a cute boy <3, fluff, swearing as per uzh, i plagiarized MYSELF bc the shit mentioned here was actually taken from my final paper for a film class two years ago lmaooooooo

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

If there's one thing that Jungkook absolutely despises, it's when people think jocks are dumb. It's a common misconception and it's downright hurtful sometimes; just because Jungkook is the basketball captain, doesn't mean that anybody has the right to assume he's got hay for brains.

However, if someone were to come up to him right now and say it to his face, he probably wouldn't disagree.

"So yeah, if they lose the memories of these relationships, I think they'd also be losing parts of themselves that make them whole, because an individual's identity is an accumulation of multiple smaller identities they have with every single intimate relationship that ultimately forms one collective identity, y'know?" you finish, and it's not until then that Jungkook comes back down to earth, realizing that he's just been staring at you this whole time. "Anyway, what do you think?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Same, uhm," Jungkook stammers. "I also thought about their collective relationsh- I mean, collective identity and multiple identities and-"

You purse your lips as you take in his whole demeanor, like a nervous child fumbling with his words. "Did you not watch the movie?"

He did watch the movie. In fact, Jungkook watched it three times over the weekend because that's how much he liked it. When he registered for this class - History of Popular Cinema - at the end of last semester, he was hoping that it'd be an easy elective so he could focus more on basketball and his core courses. And for the most part, this film class is easy. All he has to do is watch movies and hand in a few short essays every now and then. Piece of cake.

Then the final paper rolls around and the professor assigns everybody a partner to work with. In theory, it should still be a piece of cake, because there still isn't that much to do anyway.

So why is it so fucking hard all of a sudden?

Jungkook had never really noticed you before you became his designated collaborator for the month. Never saw you on campus, never saw you attending the games. Hell, he didn't even know your name until this final assignment.

"I watched it," he defends himself lamely.

"Okay. And?"

"It was good."

You frown, and all Jungkook can think about is how adorable that crease between your eyebrows is. How he just wants to reach across the table and smooth it over, or better yet, kiss it away.

He's fully aware of how stupid he must look, with his sweaty palms and his words falling over each other like goddamn Jenga pieces, in front of a girl that he's been obsessed with for weeks now. Jungkook doesn't normally do crushes, but the more time he spends with you to work on this lame ass paper, the more he finds his mind drifting to you even when you're not in his vicinity.

He thinks you're so pretty when you absentmindedly bite your lip whenever you're concentrating. He thinks you always smell like jasmine, and he's delighted by how your scent lingers on his own clothes after every time you meet, like he's carrying home a reminder of you. He thinks you're ten leagues smarter than him when you text him whole paragraphs detailing how postmodern filmmakers flirt with the concept of identity fragmentation through different types of cinematic manifestation as a reflection of the realistic postmodern person, because what the fuck does that even mean?

"You're not doing a very good job at convincing me you watched the movie," you say.

Jungkook groans internally - and a little externally too - as he runs a hand down his face. "I watched it, I promise," he tells you. "I watched it, and I really liked it. It made me think about a lot of deep shit that I don't normally think about."

"Uh huh," you say slowly. Your frown is still there, but now it's embedded in confusion as you try to understand his dilemma. "Then tell me about that. What was the deep shit?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

How is he supposed to explain that every single thought he had suddenly grew legs and yeeted itself out the window the second he saw you arrive today, wearing a stunning smile and a t-shirt that says Caution: Full of Shenanigans? Not once in his entire life had Jungkook felt so no thoughts, head empty.

"Because I can't think around you," he settles on being honest. "Because I keep thinking about you when you're not here, yet when you are, I can't even think at all."

It takes a minute for his words to sink into your brain, and Jungkook watches nervously as a blush spreads across your cheeks, so rosy that he just wants to grab your face and pepper kisses all over. For the first time since he has known you, you don't know how what to say.

The sight of you, rendered speechless by him being rendered an idiot, has Jungkook blushing too. Despite the patch of bashful silence that ensues, somewhere outside the metaphorical windows of his and your minds, both your thoughts are riding off into the sunset together, holding hands.

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Can you do a Drabble of Obs where oc gives Jungkook head? yup I’m always looking for smut, I just feel like that could be rly hot and steamy

our beloved summer; a drabble

When Jungkook slides deeper into the warmth of your mouth, he chokes on a needy moan. You glance up at him from your position on the floor, a warning look in your eyes, but not once do you take him out of your mouth to actually scold him.

"Sorry, sorry," he mumbles, his hand smoothing over your hair before he settles on holding the back of your head to guide you down on his cock. "I'll be quiet."

"You better," you mean to say, but it's difficult to make it sound coherent with a mouthful of dick. Nevertheless, you think he gets the idea.

Jungkook bites down hard on his bottom lip as you hollow your cheeks around him, sucking him off with a sense of urgency because, well, the clock is literally ticking.

You've got about five minutes before Taehyung bursts through the library doors to begin his shift, and you really don't want him to witness his two friends doing the nasty right against the paperbacks of Kant and Rosseau.

"Fuck." A low, drawn out moan slips out of his mouth as you work him to an orgasm. Your fingers reach for his balls, tentatively squeezing them the way you know he likes, the way that never fails to make his thighs twitch and his brows knit together.

"Baby," Jungkook sounds like he's on the verge of tears, so whiny and desperate that it makes you squeeze your thighs together, seeking friction because you won't be getting any for another forty minutes when you make it back to your dorm. That is, unless he drags you to an empty supply closet and return the favor. "Close, close, c'mon, keep going..."

His cock throbs in the wet heat of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat every time your lips glide along the length of him. You can imagine what it'd look like if you were to pop him out of your mouth right now - red and angry, leaking and glistening with your spit. You like to think that he would actually cry if you stopped completely and let him leave with a severe case of blue balls and not a single cold shower in sight.

But you like it better when he comes for you and your name falls from his lips like he's forgotten every other word he's ever known, like you've rendered him wonderfully powerless even though you're the only one on your knees.

You can tell that he's on the precipice. Just a little bit more. You glance up at him through your lashes, damp with tears as he tests your gag reflex. He looks down at you, his sharp jawline even more defined now that he has to clench his teeth in order to stay quiet. Tender fingers stroke your cheek as he shallowly fucks into your mouth, meeting you every time you go down on him.

A hollow of your cheeks coupled with a few ruts of his hips and he's done for. His come shoots down your throat in hot spurts, his heady flavor coating your tastebuds as you do your best to milk him dry until his thighs are shaking.

Jungkook is way up on cloud nine when you release his cock, pressing a kiss against his tip before you get off your knees. You stand up to face him with an accomplished look your face, sticking your tongue out at him to show that you've been a good girl.

There's a quiet chime of a bell that you catch then. Perfect timing.

Jungkook is still far away when you tell him, "Put your dick away. Taehyung's here."

He rolls his eyes but tucks himself back into his jeans regardless, albeit with slow movements. "Give me a second," he says, his voice a little raspy despite having been quiet for the majority of the past twenty minutes. "You sucked the life out of me."

You pat his cheek with a proud smile before you smooth your hair out, trying not to look like Jungkook was grabbing fistfuls of your hair just moments ago.

You walk out with your hand intertwined with his, just in time to catch Taehyung put down his bag and settle into his seat. He looks at the two of you curiously, before he clocks how absolutely flustered Jungkook is and accuses exasperatedly, "Were you guys just making out back there?"

Can you do a drabble of Y/N and Jungkook having a quickie in the kitchen before nabi wakes up 🌚

word count: 1.2k

warnings: spitting, creampie, fingering, handjob, spanking, a teeny bit boobie worshipping cause it is lwh jk🫢, strength kink, a dash of dirty talk

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"Jungkook," you mutter in a pout, sauntering after him with half-closed eyes.

"Just go back to bed, sleepy head. I'll just need two minutes for our coffees."

A petulant frown spreads across your face while your eyes fixate on his cinched waist, clad only in briefs, as he leads you to the kitchen.

"Bed is cold now." You rest your forehead against his back as Jungkook opens the cupboard door to retrieve your favourite mugs. Arms circling his waist, you reluctantly follow his steps around the kitchen.

You hear Jungkook pressing buttons on the coffee machine and liquid pouring out of it.

"You're so evil for getting out of bed before 7," you mutter against his skin.

Jungkook coaxes your fingers from his body and pulls you in front of him. You immediately squint, burying your face into his chest with a grumpy grumble.

"Come here," he says softly.

"Where?"

"Up." He places his hands underneath your butt and instinctively, you leap up and wrap your legs around him. With a firm hand on your lower back, he resumes the coffee making with one hand.

Something pokes your thigh. "Oh," you utter.

"Just give it ten minutes," Jungkook says absent-mindedly as he lets the machine fill another mug with coffee.

You nuzzle your face in his neck. Cunningly you slip your hand between your bodies.

"Baby." He nudges your shoulder with his. A gentle, disapproving tone resonates in his voice.

"I'm just checking," you mumble into his neck.

"Checking what?" he asks amused.

"If it has missed me as much as I have." You lean back, eyelashes batting up at him. You know he can't say no to your pouty face, but you also want him to know that you've been missing him.

Jungkook cups your cheek with his free hand. "Of course I missed you, silly," he says as he thumbs your bottom lip. "But Nabi will wake up soon."

"But soon is so far away."

He stares at your big eyes longingly. A sigh flies past his lips as he caves in, kissing the pout from your lips.

You smile against his mouth, fingers weaving through his messy hair. Your other hand sneaks into his briefs. He presses his forehead against yours, a breathless moan escaping him when you wrap your hand around his cock.

"So needy, huh?" Jungkook sets you on the counter behind you. "Arms up," he instructs, leaning away to pull his t-shirt from your body. Just as he gets to see your bare tits, his head dips down to his happy place in a twinkling of an eye.

You giggle, fingers roaming over his broad shoulders while you have trouble keeping your eyes open because you don't have Jungkook's big body shielding you from the brightness of the room.

"We're running on a tight schedule," you remind him in a strained voice, watching his needy mouth envelop your nipple. His hand is playing with the other one.

"Lemme have this," he demands huffily. His hand wanders down between your legs, tugging your panties aside and softly rubs the pads of his fingers against your aching pussy.

"Oh-okay," you sigh, involuntarily leaning back as pleasure courses through you.

He's good with his fingers, circling your clit the way you like it before dipping one finger inside. Eyes rolling back, a quiet mutter of his name rolls off your tongue. He adds another, pumping his fingers into your pussy as his tongue flicks over your pebbled nipple.

Your feet draw him even closer to you, heels digging into his butt when he crooks his fingers, grazing your sweet spot.

Impatiently, you pull his briefs down far enough to free his cock and pump it with your fist. This has him releasing your tit, hissing against the valley between your boobs. He perks up at the sound of you spitting, watching through dazzled eyes as you use the spit in your palm for more lubrication on his cock.

"Baby," he whispers, head hanging low and fingers slowing inside you.

A little smile tugs on your lips, thumb brushing over the sensitive part of his cock. "Need you," you murmur.

"Yeah?"

You nod helplessly, pointing his tip towards your pussy. He pulls out his fingers, spreading your wetness on his cock before aligning himself at your entrance.

"So warm," Jungkook sighs, pretty lashes kissing his skin as his eyes flutter shut, feeling your snug walls enclose him. "Fuck, I love your tiny pussy."

Your nails graze over his shoulder when he's completely buried inside you, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Having Jungkook fill you up always sends a sizzling heat across your skin, coaxing the softest noises from you.

His hand is on your boob because it always is, and he fucks you rough - toes curling before you've even cum kinda rough.

He actually manages to almost knock the hot mug off the counter and a splash of coffee spills over. You glare a little because, your coffee! How dare he? But Jungkook shrugs it off, mindlessly ignoring it. He just grips you by your hips and lifts you up, earning him a tiny squeal against his chest. Your legs are wrapped tightly around him, arms draped over his shoulder as he pounds his cock into you.

"This what you wanted?" he asks, his brows pinched together, pretty face contorted with pleasure, and he looks so so gorgeous, it nearly tips you off the edge.

"God, yes - all I needed."

His palm smacks your butt and the sound of it echoes through the room.

"Quiet," you tell him, nose nudging his neck and planting a tiny kiss there.

"Can't help it," he answers, smacking your butt again and you giggle into his neck.

Jungkook has you trying to contain loud, desperate moans the second after, his cock so deep inside, your tummy feels all fuzzy and tingly.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you pant, hands gripping him harder.

Once the wave finally hits you, your body buzzes with bliss, every inch of you is flooded by that feeling. You feel your body grow heavy in Jungkook's arms. You're a pliable, languid tangle of limbs, but he is solid and strong and keeps you with him.

Jungkook exhales a loud breath before he cums inside you, his face in your hair as he moans and thrusts into you sloppily.

You squeeze your walls around him and he pinches your butt in response.

"Don't wanna pull out," he grumbles, big hand brushing over your back.

"Wanna drink coffee." You lean back just in time to catch him rolling his eyes. "What?" you ask, frowning. "You woke us up this early." You poke his chest.

"I didn't wake anyone up!" Jungkooks says. His mouth forms a little pout. "You-" He stills when he hears the faint sounds of Nabi whining.

"See what you did?" you ask, a small, cheeky grin on your face.

Jungkook shakes his head, huffing, and you squish his face to give him a little kiss on his pouty lips. You can see him fighting the smile that wants to spread across his face.

"Daaa," Nabi whines in the background and Jungkook starts walking.

"I'm coming, baby," he yells. "Your mum's just being annoying." Jungkook carries you to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

"I'm not!"

He spanks your butt to shut you up.

The Ability to Fathom (Chapter I)

✧ Pairing: jungkook // reader ✧ Rating: 18+ ✧ Genre: brother's best friend, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, college au ✧ Word Count: 9,5k ✧ Status: to be continued ✧ Warnings: intense pining, dirty thoughts (??), explicit language, masturbation ✧ Summary: You are shocked when your friends reveal their theory: Jungkook, your brother's annoying best friend, has a crush on you. A bad one. However, the more you become aware of the way he acts around you, the more you begin to wonder. ✧ Author's Note: this is just a silly little thing to help me get over myself and get better at writing. i hope u enjoy because these two have been with me for like a year lol

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It's an overcast Monday afternoon when your friends decide to drop the bomb. A Monday is a weird day to drop a bomb to begin with, but it is an even weirder day to drop The Bomb.

"Jungkook is so fucking hot", Taehyung sighs from beside you. You also sigh, but definitely not out of awe like your friend is.

"And disgusting", you add as you observe Jungkook running after a soccer ball, drenched in your university's signature colors from head to toe.

Ball games have always seemed ridiculous to you. He looks like a possessed primate or something of the sort.

Taehyung smirks. "Maybe, but in the best way so. Like he would eat out your ass and hungrily make out with you after."

Your mouth falls open. "Ew, Tae! I had no idea you thought of him like that!"

How anyone could think like that of Jungkook, your brother's annoying best friend and bane of your existence, was a mystery to you. But the better half of campus appeared to be magically drawn to the boy. And apparently your friend had fallen victim too.

Taehyung angles his head towards you. "Oh, I don't think of him like that. I'm only sharing what I imagine is going on in your head. You know, since you keep ogling him like a love-sick puppy."

Ji-eun, your other best friend, shakes her head in agreement. "That is exactly what I imagine her thoughts to be like. Every time she looks at him, I hear something like Please, shove those long, tattooed fingers up my-"

"What?", your voice sounds shrill. However, a little hysteria is only appropriate. "We're talking about the same Jungkook, are we? Jeon Jungkook? Because if we are, I think I'm going to be sick right now!"

The thought of Jungkook and you doing sexual activities was indeed very upsetting to your stomach. Also, you had just downed an entire liter of overpriced soda in the span of 10 minutes. Bad timing.

"Is there any other Jungkook that you are undeniably in love with, and that is undeniably in love with you too?", Taehyung counters.

You look over at Ji-eun for help because surely, she can't also have lost her mind. But all hope dies within the next few seconds.

"Come on, __, how much longer are we going to keep pretending?", she asks.

"Keep pretending what? ", you choke out.

"Well, the list is long", she starts. "First off, there is the fact that you two are at least three months overdue to fuck each other. Instead, you've been pulling at each other's hair like seven-year-olds who don't know any other way to express their romantic interest."

"Fu..." You can't even pronounce the word properly. "Jungkook?"

Taehyung lowers his chin encouragingly. "Yes, fuck Jungkook. However, in your case, the term 'making love' would be much more appropriate."

"What is going on with you two?", you whisper scandalized, looking back and forth between your best friends with wide eyes.

"If you want the whole backstory: Taehyung and I had a talk this morning", Ji-eun states.

"You had a talk this Monday morning?"

This had to be a dream, because there was just no way. It was Monday, for God's sake.

"Exactly. And we've decided that we are sick of it. We've been quietly observing this whole spiel for too long", she takes a deep breath. "You see, we genuinely wanted the two of you to figure this out by yourselves, like adults. Maybe go on a date. Kiss a little. Confess your undying affection. But clearly-"

"Hold on, I think I need a break-"

"clearly, you two are just incompetent idiots. And we are so tired. You get that, right, __? There is only so much sexual tension our poor souls can handle. And you two crossed that limit", she huffs. "A long time ago."

Your mouth is hanging wide open after her little speech and your jaw only drops further towards the ground with Taehyung's next words.

"Also, you are kind of breaking Jungkook's heart at this point."

"Breaking Jungkook's heart? Are you insane?", you cross your arms over your chest. "Seriously, what the hell are the both of you on? You're trying to fuck with me, aren't you?"

When they don't answer, the only option you see for yourself is to slap your palm flat against your cheek with as much force as one can possibly use when hitting oneself. 

"Oh shit ", you wince.

Immediate regret washes over you as half of your face begins to sting from the strength you mustered only to prove that this was in fact not a dream.

Ji-eun shakes her head at you pityingly. "See, __, this is exactly where the problem lies. You are not only oblivious as heck, but you are also incredibly dumb."

You clutch your reddened cheek.

"But don't worry. This is where we come in", Taehyung's good-natured tone is always a welcome contrast to Ji-eun's harshness. "As your best friends and saviours."

"No, Taehyung, this is where you come in as my clue to start looking for anti-schizophrenia pills as soon as possible", you veto.

You and Jungkook have known each other for what seems like three lifetimes too long. Not only because he grew up next door, but also because he and your brother Jimin decided to spend every waking second glued to the other's hip from the moment they met. Not once has your relationship crossed the line of annoying the living hell out of each other.

So you genuinely don't understand where all of this is coming from.

"The thing is, __, we know your story. You're from a small town, socially awkward, never had a boyfriend. Like, no male genitalia has even ever been in the vicinity of you. Of course you wouldn't get it, you poor thing!", Ji-eun coos. "So now we are going to spell it out for you nice and slow, with easy words so that even your disappointment of a brain is going to-"

"Can you stop being so mean?"

"So that even your disappointment of a brain is going to understand. When we first arrived on campus and, wait, Taehyung, can you take over? I'm getting a little out of breath."

You watch as she fans the cool spring air onto her face.Unbelievable.

"Sure. It is a tragic story", Taehyung continues dutifully. "When we first arrived on campus and Jungkook lifted you up and spun you around like you were lovers who had been tragically separated we thought why didn't this traitor tell us she had a boyfriend. Remember? But then you explained that he is just like a second brother to you. With him being Jimin's best friend and all that..."

You have trouble following along with how quickly he is sputtering nonsense.

"Yeah, so that belief lasted approximately for the next hour we saw you two interact. And then we figured, oh she doesn't know ", Ji-eun adds. "For a while, we decided to have fun with it and use your idiocy as a source of easy entertainment. Watch as you two danced around one another. But all that initial fun quickly turned into frustration. Because really, how can two people be so utterly stupid-"

"Stop being mean!", you whine, but of course, she babbles right over you.

"I won't, because beating around the bush apparently doesn't work so well with you!", she throws her hands up. "And here comes the fateful moment where we break it to you: All this time you have been entirely misinterpreting Jungkook's social cues and he has actually been harbouring the biggest crush on you!"

She looks at you expectantly, like she is waiting for your grand enlightenment.

As you stay silent, she urges you on.

"Yes! Every time you insisted he was just teasing you for the fun of it, he was teasing you because he is dying to be your babe, your man, your one and only! And you never knew! How silly! "

Taehyung and her laugh like they have just told a hilarious inside joke. Meanwhile your throat feels as dry as sandpaper.

"I get that all of this might be a little bit of a shock for you", Taehyung says empathetically. "But is it really? I mean, you must've at least had a suspicion!"

Suddenly, laughter of your own begins to splutter from your throat. It makes more noise than you would normally dare to at a soccer game, but you can't seem to stop yourself, no matter how insane you might look.

You feel insane.

With the last waves of laughter ebbing through your body, you catch a single tear from the corner of your eye. "You guys are actually so funny."

That is when Ji-eun and Taehyung's contented expression morphs into one of horror.

"Wait, this is not a joke-"

"Good one", you clap.

Ji-eun looks earnestly panicked. "Fucking hell Tae, what are we supposed to do with her?"

The latter drops his head into his hands. "Kill her. I don't care about the consequences anymore."

"It was funny, I'll give you that", you grin at them. "But this was a little too elaborate, even for you."

Taehyung and Ji-eun have never looked at you in such seriousness before.

"We are going to dissect her body very, very slowly", Ji-eun whispers.

"Yeah, me too."

You flinch in surprise at your brother's voice. Your friends' antics had been so distracting that you hadn't even noticed the game ending and Jimin trotting over to where your group was one of the only ones left to lounge around the auditorium.

You cross your arms over your chest. "What did I do this time?"

"Why are you wearing Jungkook's jersey instead of mine?", Jimin questions in turn.

"Oh."

You sheepishly glance down at the 09 imprinted on your shirt. With the words of the previous accusations still ringing in your ears, you can't help but blush a little. It doesn't do you any good that you see Jungkook approaching your group in the corner of your eye.

"Well, he said he was going to buy me ice cream if I did."

"You're lucky this was only a practice game. Saturday in two weeks you better wear mine." Jimin ruffles through your hair. "I need you as my good-luck charm for the real thing."

"Request declined", Jungkook slings an arm around Jimin's shoulder. "She's my good-luck charm. Did you see the goal I just scored?"

"I'm not anyone's good-luck charm", you cross your arms over your chest. "However, I'm a slave to whoever is willing to buy me the most ice cream."

You look between Jimin and Jungkook expectantly, waiting for either of the two to bite your bait.

It doesn't surprise you that Jungkook does at once. "Be my slave. I'll double the amount. Ice cream today and Saturday in two weeks."

The offer seems to convince you easily enough. "Sorry, Jimin. Unless you come up with a better deal you'll have to find another good-luck charm."

You send Jimin an apologetic look, but just as he didn't really care, you weren't really sorry. It was free ice cream, after all.

"This is a date, by the way", Jungkook announces. 

"I hate you two", Jimin grumbles in turn.

Jungkook presses an obnoxious kiss to your brother's cheek. "I love you too, bro."

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, almost as much as you love __."

You try to hold back the groan threatening to slip from your throat.

Jungkook and Jimin's teasing wasn't anything out of the ordinary but with the very obvious looks that Tae and Ji-eun were sending each other over your shoulder, you suddenly felt weird. Like you weren't quite catching on to something very obvious.

You try to shake the feeling. "Whatever, just change and buy me my ice cream. I don't have all night."

Jungkook complies in seconds, already turning around as he winks. "Will do, busy girl."

"He's whipped", Taehyung mumbles under his breath.

You don't even scold him for dragging out the joke that Jungkook And __ Together was to a point that felt uncomfortable, because you are shortly distracted by Jungkook's thighs as he jogs over the green grass.

Why does he look so incredibly similar to a chicken?, you think to yourself.

"She's whipped", Ji-eun eyes you thoughtfully.

Jimin crosses his arms over his chest. "Fuck them both." 

___

Your friends' words keep circling around your head as you make Jungkook keep his promise of treating you to ice cream.

He looks a bit different from when you last saw him before he left for college. His brown locks have grown long enough to where he could easily tie them back them if he wanted to, and his once lanky arms are decently muscular now. Not to mention that he had gotten an ungodly amount of tattoos that now prettily adorned his skin. Also, randomly, he had grown into his nose.

In conclusion: There is not a single cell in your body that feels attracted to him.

"Can you believe Tae and Ji-eun actually tried to convince me you had a crush on me today?", you splutter just as he places your chocolate ice cream in front of you.

He freezes. "What?"

"Ridiculous, right?", you laugh with your mouth already full. "I mean, come on! Us? Together? Never in a million years!"

He looks almost dazed and the amused expression on his face resembles a grimace. But you are too busy digging into your ice cream to notice.

"Huh", he clears his throat. "No, totally. Haha. Never. How did they even come up with something like that?"

"Don't ask me!", you giggle. "I think they were just bored. You know they despise soccer..."

Internally, Jungkook curses you.

He wanted to scream Your friends are fucking right! I want a tattoo of your face! I've been in love with you since fucking middle school!

But for very obvious reasons he couldn't dare to make his little obsession known to you anytime soon. The most pressing of those reasons was that the mere thought of him liking you seemed to make you laugh.

So instead he had to watch you sit much too far away from him, in his jersey, looking tenfold more delicious than the his ice cream and keep doing what he has been best for the last ten years: treat you like something similar to a little sister.

Pine after you quietly and lace his words with mockery. Hide behind meaningless insults.

"You still eating that?", he asks in the process of pulling your half-eaten bowl of ice cream towards himself. He knows the answer already.

Still, the look of horror on your face is too good to miss out on. "Yes, of-freaking-course I am!"

His heart skips a beat or two when your fingers wrap around his wrist in an attempt to win back your treat. "Give it back, you greedy ass! You have an entire bowl for yourself!"

For good measure he tries to pry your beloved ice cream further towards himself, struggling against your tight grip.

"Jungkook", you whine in response, drawing out the word.

He almost loses his mind at the sound of your voice and decides that it is enough for now. He'll make you touch him again later...

Swiftly, he frees himself from your grip, and gives into the voice in his head that urges him to just go a little bit further.

So he tugs the bowl toward him and gulps down an obnoxiously big spoon of the treat.

"This is what I get for looking ridiculous in your stupid jersey all afternoon?", you ask in disbelief.

He puffs out his cheeks. "Ridiculous? In my jersey? Such accusations reduce compensation by at least two more spoons."

Across from him your lips form a pout and consequently, his heart swells to a point that is almost painful. He quickly pushes the bowl back in your direction.

After all, he has to drawn the line somewhere, or he might just melt into a puddle by your feet and have you walk all over him without a sparing him a second glance. Not that he would mind, really.

"Kidding", he grins, and you wordlessly dig back in.

While he is sure all you think about is your food, all he can think about is how this was an indirect kiss. Has probably happened around one hundred times and didn't mean a thing to you. But he can't take his eyes off the way your lips wrap around the plastic spoon.

The semi in his pants certainly doesn't make him feel any less gross either.

God, why did he always turn into such a hormonal mess when he was around you?

___________________________________

Not much later, when Jungkook drops you off in front of your dorm, your phone chimes.

GET THAT abcDefghiJK

Tae added you.

Tae added Ji-eun.

You: don't we already have a group chat?

Tae: indeed, we do

Tae: look at the group name though Tae: this a special one

Ji-eun: isn't that right bitch Ji-eun: AND there's rules Ji-eun: first of all

Ji-eun: @__ does not get to talk

You: i'm exiting

Ji-eun: NO WAIT

Tae: calm down Tae: she won't actually leave Tae: you know she's all bark no bite

You: i am ALL bark ALL bite you motherfucker

Just to prove your point, you exit the group. Mere seconds later, Taehyung has re-added you.

Tae: be a good pet then, and behave for your owners

Ji-eun: 🤢 ur making me contemplate leaving too

Tae: you know you won't Tae: anyway

Tae: let me welcome you officially to "GET THAT abcDefghiJK"

Tae: credits to Ji-eun at this point for the creative name

Ji-eun: thank you Ji-eun: for your information Ji-eun: this group is a safe space where tae and i get to talk and you shut up and follow our orders

You: what is all of this about i'm tired You: and why does it feel like i was involuntarily added to some bdsm facebook group

Ji-eun: can you not tell from the title? Ji-eun: gosh, you really keep proving my point

Ji-eun: you don't have a single functioning brain cell

Ji-eun: should've named the chat "enjoy your last days before i strangle you, dumb bitch"

You: degradation i see You: and choking too You: why are u using ME to live out all your kinky fantasies though

Tae: __ you do NOT Tae: and i repeat DO NOT Tae: get to speak

Ji-eun:!!!!!! Ji-eun: this group is like a pin board of reminders for you Ji-eun: a pin board of reminders that jungkook is dying to get into your panties Ji-eun: view it as a gift

Tae: whenever he makes obvious advances Tae: and you are too enchanted by his sheer presence to see it Tae: expect to receive a notification

You immediately groan. So they hadn't actually been joking then. They really believed Jungkook had some secret crush on you.

You: y'all are ridiculous

Tae has revoked @__'s rights to send messages into GET THAT abcDefghiJK.

Ji-eun: good thing we settled that

Incredulous, you look at your screen. Since when did WhatsApp even have that feature? Knowing Taehyung will put you back in within a heartbeat, there is no point in exiting the group either.

Tae: (1 image attached) Tae: here's some reference for your nightly masturbation sesh

Ji-eun: my god he IS hot Ji-eun: where did you even get that pic from

Tae: well, what can i say not even mr. campus hotshot is resistant to the charms of kim taehyung

Ji-eun: shhh don't make the baby jealous

Tae: don't worry @__ Tae: that pic is actually form his gaming insta that strangely enough only i and one other person have discovered so far Tae: and BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME Tae: i had some in-depth digging to do on __'s behalf

Ji-eun: actually Ji-eun: that other follower of @valorantxjeon is me

Tae: omg YOU BITCH

Ji-eun: we really are the bestest friends ever huh

Tae: SAY IT LOUDER

You subconsciously clench your teeth while watching one ridiculous message after the other pop up on your screen. There's a lot you have to say, namely Can you stop being ridiculous? or You are freaking delusional!, but clearly you don't get to share your opinion.

In truth, your friends' messages made you feel somewhat uncomfortable. Sure you were extremely open with one another and sexuality was never a taboo subject, but this was Jungkook.

To even think of him in a sexual context made shivers run down your spine. The bad kind.

You just hoped they would find some insubstantial campus drama to quench their first for entertainment soon. Because that was obviously all there was to this nonsense.

___

Or so you thought.

Just the next day, Ji-eun seems like she wants to make it very clear that she was very serious about this.

"Stop denying that he is the hottest human to ever walk this planet-"

"You can't be serious right now! Even at lunch?"

"Even at lunch!", Ji-eun spits. "The denial was maybe cute for a few weeks, but this, my friend, is beyond any sweetness!"

"I'm not in denial! Why do you keep telling me-"

"Because I've had enough! The tension between you and Jungkook is killing everyone."

"What do you mean by everyone?"

Ji-eun looks at you pointedly. "I mean literally everyone. Name any random person on this campus and they will confirm in a heartbeat that you two are this", she makes a gesture with her fingers, "close to kissing romantically. Hell, even my parents pointed out Jungkook was whipped for you after they saw you two at the entrance ceremony."

"They did not! " You are genuinely shocked. "Stop messing with me, it's not funny!"

Ji-eun lets her head fall back, groaning loudly. "See, this is exactly what I am talking about! You are completely oblivious! It's just a matter of time until Jungkook can't take your stupidity anymore and confesses to you for real."

"Who is confessing to who?"

Why did Jimin always have to appear at the most inconvenient of moments? He didn't even deign hang out with you and your friends that often!

"None of your business!", you hastily rush out before either Ji-eun or Taehyung get the chance to share their crazy theories.

Jimin shrugs, letting the subject drop easily. Though you two were close, he wasn't usually interested in the gossip that you shared with your friends.

You are about to ask him about the call with your grandma you were planning for this afternoon, but he doesn't stay put for long enough.

With a powerful hit of his knee into Jimin's back, Jungkook effectively pushes your brother out of the way. Of course the man of the hour would trail behind your brother like a lost puppy. And of course he would act in a way that would only encourage your friends further in their conspiracies.

"Ow, you idiot-"

"Make some space", is the only thing Jungkook says, as he slides into the seat next to you. The fact that he almost shoves Jimin off of the bench in the process is something that he blissfully ignores.

"Good morning", he cheers into your ears. "Isn't it such a nice day? I love spring."

"God, you are so loud", you press your hand over your ear.

"Just happy to see you", he smiles at you widely.

Jimin smacks him across the back of his head at that. "Stop perving, Jungkook."

At the same time you hear a string of dings coming from your phone that you try your best to ignore. You really should've muted that damn group chat.

"You still eating that?", Jungkook asks completely ignorant, enthusiastically scanning the half-eaten burger that is sitting on your plate.

It looks less than appetising by now, but as soon as you push the plate towards Jungkook he digs in without hesitation. "Why do you always steal my food?"

Jungkook couldn't tell you the truth, which was something along the lines of I just want to share everything with you so that there are no lines between what is mine and what is yours anymore. That way you would also be mine.

So he shrugs his shoulders instead. "I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"It's only 11:30", you remind him, making a disgusted face at the way he devours the burger.

"So what? How do you think I build up all these muscles", he flexes his biceps in your face for a second. "It's all for the gains, babe."

"Don't say that ever again", you huff.

Jungkook mischievously smiles at you in response with a little bit of barbecue sauce dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Why, 'cause you like it too much?"

"No, because it makes me want to vomit."

"Oh, okay. Anyway. When are we hanging out next?", he moves on rather quickly.

"How about Thursday night? We still have to finish The Shining since someone decided to ruin it for us last time by starting to cry", Taehyung suggests, fixing Ji-eun in the process.

"You can't just not invite me, that's-", Ji-eun starts, offended, but she is interrupted by Jungkook midway.

"In fact, none of you losers are invited." To your horror, he pulls you closer against his side until your thighs are held flush against his next. "I meant __ and I."

"Of course, you meant __ and you", Ji-eun shakes her head in resignation.

God. You really had to convince Ji-eun and Tae that Jungkook couldn't be less interested in you. But Jungkook wasn't exactly making things easy for you.

"Sure, Jungkook, keep dreaming." You make it a point to sound as revoked as possible at his suggestion.

"Gleefully so", Jungkook grins, not without stuffing the last few fries on the plate into his mouth.

As expected, another set of dings interrupts the peace of this beautiful sunny morning.

Noticing the way you wince at the sound, Jimin curiously tries to pry your phone out of your hands. "Who is tha-"

"No one!", you shout a tad too quickly. "Probably just the chat for uh... my chemistry project."

He seems unconvinced. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Suddenly, you have to hold your breath. The reason being the way Jungkook stiffens beside you at your brother's question.

You shake your head at yourself. Tae and Ji-eun have made you paranoid!

"No!", you deny vehemently. "Not that it would be any of your business anyway."

Jimin seems disinterred to push any further, complaining about his horrible advanced mathematics professor instead.

Your gaze automatically wanders to Jungkook who is burning holes into the side of your head. You raise an eyebrow in question and he shakes his head and gulps down the last bite of the burger.

The same uneasy feeling of missing something that is right in front of you settles into your stomach and for the hundredth time today you curse your friends for planting weird ideas in your head.

Later, you absentmindedly scroll through all of the ignored text messages in your group chat, which are a lot. You decide not to pay them too much mind.

Each one is more infuriating than the previous anyway, the last ones being a dialogue about you clarifying that you didn't have a boyfriend earlier.

Tae: look at him chewing all satisfied

Ji-eun: right lolll he looked so scared for a second Ji-eun: don't you see what you are doing to him __??????

Tae: hahhhh young love

Ji-eun: makes people go fucking dumb

___

Ever since that morning, thoughts of doubt have been swirling around your head non-stop. You have become painfully aware of every single move Jungkook makes around you.

It doesn't help that Taehyung and Ji-eun use every chance they get to point out Jungkook's supposedly "telling" behaviour and your phone dings approximately every two seconds.

Every word and gesture you would have deemed innocent only two days ago makes you doubt your entire existence now, only because your friends have nothing better to do than try to convince you of something that is clearly nothing but a manifestation of their boredom.

Although you still don't think their nonsense has any truth to it, you can't stop your heartbeat from picking up when Jungkook is around you lately.

It isn't really a matter of getting flustered by the idea of Jungkook liking you, it's more that you are beginning to get scared he might actually be so horrendous at expressing his feelings that any of the following events could be taken as more than him trying to annoy you:

Tuesday, when you were planning your next trip back home with Jimin, he randomly snuck up behind you and started braiding your hair, resulting in a nest on your head. When he cackled and took pictures of you glaring at him, you suddenly heard Ji-eun's voice in your head, scolding you. Can't you see, he is doing this only to find some way to touch you?

That same night he sent you a picture of him and you when you were around 10 years old. It was the most awkward image you had ever laid your eyes on. Jungkook was two heads taller than you, showing off his bunny teeth in a wide smile, arm thrown loosely around your shoulder. You stood beside him in shirt that said It's a tea-shirt, your self-made pigtails painfully asymmetrical and your knees cut open and bruised form the many times you would crash your bicycle.

You had interpreted this random message as him trying to remind you of your questionable fashion choices when you were younger until some more texts popped up on your screen.

Jungkook: remember this day? Jungkook: you crashed your bike into my basketball basket

You: yeah you cried and told on me to your mom You: also you were TWELVE when that happened You: such a baby

Jungkook: LIAR Jungkook: i was nine at most Jungkook: and i remember you feeling so guilty that you baked me cookies and begged me for forgiveness for days

You: pfft begged for forgiveness in your dreams

Jungkook: want to know something? Jungkook: those cookies sucked ass Jungkook: tasted like actual grass Jungkook: bet u didn't wash your hands you nasty fucker Jungkook: but i pretended i liked em cause i was convinced we were going to get married one day

Your breath catches in your throat. He was what?

When you take a second too long to respond, Jungkook starts typing again.

Jungkook: haha Jungkook: until i hit puberty two months later and realised i was TERRIBLY mistaken

You sigh out the breath you didn't realise you were holding.

You: don't lie, you didn't hit puberty until you were like 17

It's only a day later when he sends you an up-close picture of his nostrils with the words daddy misses u that you regain a little confidence in his flirting abilities. He couldn't be flirting. There was simply no way.

No way he was trying to show genuine infatuation when he leaned in and bent over the popsicle between your fingers in the library a few days later. Licking and winking. Moaning a little too loud. Panic took hold of you, and looking around frantically, you clasped your hand over his mouth. And he licked that too. No way.

Or was there? These thoughts have been keeping you up night after night, and sometimes, in the dark of your bedroom, you allow your mind to wander to the what-ifs.

They are a thoroughly dangerous territory since you usually end up cursing yourself by the time you consider one of the following:

What if your friends were right and Jungkook really had a crush on you? What if the thundering in your chest when he was around meant you had a crush on him yourself? And worst: What if he didn't have a crush on you, but you were slowly starting to fall for him?

Be it as it may, you weren't going to find out any time soon because you were a Little Bitch and wouldn't ask him over your dead body.

Am I going crazy, or do you actually want to play with my hair, and kiss my forehead, and wander off into the sunset with me?

Yeah, no. Not going to happen.

___

It is a Sunday afternoon which means you are over at Jimin's apartment making use of the fact that your brother was always two steps ahead of you. Two years older, entered university two years earlier, lives in an off-campus apartment and has his own kitchen.

You hum to yourself, content with your brother's financial superiority as you chop up parsley and tomatoes for the pasta you were making.

You love cooking and the fact that Jimin's roommates were usually all buried in long overdue homework or out of the apartment at this time of the week ensured that you had this beautiful, shiny kitchen all to yourself.

Today was especially nice because the apartment's completely empty. Well, that is except for Min Yoongi, one of Jimin's roommates that you really didn't know much about. But he has been fast asleep for over 40 minutes now.

That is why it is all the more startling when your peace and quiet is interrupted by the loud rattle of the front door. A moment later Jungkook steps into the kitchen, panting like he has just run a marathon.

Your mouth drops open. His entrance was truly... uncharacteristic. Did he look... incredibly good?

"Oh hi, __", he greets you, out of breath, and not at all surprised by your presence.

You being here on Sundays was not unusual, after all. What was unusual was Jungkook being here on Sundays. What was even more unusual was him being here shirtless, with his hair soaked in sweat.

You avert your gaze immediately. "What are you doing here?"

You almost wince at how offended you sounded about him standing in his own kitchen.

"Uhm, I live here?", he answers matter-of-factly while opening the fridge for some water.

"Yeah, but it's Sunday and you are shirtless!", you accuse as if he has broken the rules. Which he had, in fact.

It takes a while for Jungkook to respond because he is busy leaning his head back to down an entire bottle of water in mere seconds. You can't help but gawk at the veins on his neck.

"What are you, a tank?", you complain at the risk of looking too hard.

He either doesn't hear you because of how loudly he is crushing the plastic bottle between his fingers, or he just chooses to ignore you.

"Well, I'm usually at the gym on Sundays but since the weather is so nice I decided to go on a run around the neighbourhood", he explains. "I have been sore for days now, so a full-blown gym session might've been a little too enthusiastic anyway. Coach has really been having it out for us."

Your brain shortcuts.

Jungkook. Sore. Muscles. Workout.

The reason behind your jumbled thoughts seems to be completely oblivious to your perplexity.

All Jungkook does is curiously lean forward to look over your shoulder. "What are you cooking?"

Why was he not freaking out? And since when was it okay for him to put his naked upper body so close to yours?

In an attempt to get some distance between the two of you, you shush him away with a kitchen towel. "Cooking, obviously. Go take a shower, Jungkook. You reek!"

He wipes away a few strands that had been sticking to his forehead. "I recently got a new tattoo."

"What? Don't change the subject!", you narrow your eyes at him, annoyed at how he was still standing there shirtless.

The only reason it bothered you so much was because Sundays were supposed to be relaxing and serene. A day of God. Not a day filled with your chest tightening at Jungkook's abs.

Not that you were religious.

"Yes, look", Jungkook holds your gaze before slowly letting it drop down onto his crotch. Then he takes it back up to you and licks his lips.

He was doing this on purpose!

"Yeah, sure, Jungkook!", you are about to turn away, thinking his not-so-subtle indication of a tattoo by his private area was complete nonsense. A tactic to drive you out of your mind, nothing new.

That is until he pushes the seam of his black shorts up towards his stomach.

To your surprise, he was not just messing with you. Part of his thigh was freshly inked. Though you couldn't see all of his tattoo because a large portion of the lines and shading disappeared under his boxers.

Maybe you were religious.

You flush a deep shade of red. "Why the hell are you showing me this? Are you not embarrassed?"

"Why should I be? As my friend you have to know every single detail about my body", he leans back against the counter, letting the seam of his shorts drop back into place.

"Why should you be embarrassed? It's a fucking anime tattoo! It's nerdy as shit and also I don't have or for that matter want to know anything about your bo-"

"Don't try to tell me I didn't catch you looking at hentai when you were fourteen."

Your breath gets stuck in your throat. Why would he bring that up? He has never brought that up! Not once.

"What is wrong with you?", you shriek. "And what does that even have to do with anything? Anime and hentai are two entirely different categories of animation and- and why the hell are you here on a Sunday, go shower you insufferable, little shi-"

He reaches behind you, almost touching his body to yours in the process and you freeze once again. Whatever it was that he was trying to get (and you aren't convinced there even was anything to get) he doesn't, because you push him away so forcefully that he stumbles back a few steps.

At this point, your heart is almost jumping out of your chest.

Jungkook on the other hand appears as unfazed as ever. He only giggles at your obvious bashfulness. "Okay, okay, I'll go take a shower."

He disappears... Not without dramatically combing his fingers through his hair as he turns.

Fuck him.

Minutes later, as you stir the pasta in a daze, realisation sets in. You just thought Jungkook was... hot? You definitely just thought Jungkook was hot!

You almost have a panic attack on the spot. You just found Jungkook so hot you got all shy and awkward!

Frantically, you check your period tracker. It must be a hormonal imbalance.

You huff out a relieved sigh. You aren't exactly sure how to correctly interpret each part of the female cycle but one look at the app seems to confirm that there was nothing to this but hormones.

Only the fact that he was conventionally attractive, and he was shirtless and had muscles and had tattoos and had long hair and had pretty eyes and had veiny arms and was sweaty which meant IT WAS ACTUALLY ALL BECAUSE OF THE PHEROMONES!

This also explains the way you weirdly want to crawl into his arms when he settles into the couch 15 minutes later, starting up a game of Minecraft on the living-room television.

You try your best to focus on the pasta boiling in front of you but every two seconds your eyes involuntarily wander to Jungkook. It's not fair! Why did he have to appear exactly the day it was least convenient because of your biological likeliness to find him sexy as fuck?

He shouldn't have worn that shirt, also. It's a basic white t-shirt, the kind that every single member of the human race owns and that does absolutely nothing to accentuate his body or skin tone and so he looks out of this world in it. So cozy and cute and comfortable. Could he have worn anything less flattering?

After two minutes of intensely staring at his side profile your entire body is hot and your brain is in shambles and you can't blame it on the steam coming from the pots on the stove.

You need to put a stop to this.

"Jungkook, I'm sorry, but you cannot be here any longer."

"Huh?"

"You have to leave. As soon as you can."

The corners of his mouth twitch. "Why exactly? Are you afraid I'll eat your pasta?"

You can't come up with a reason that doesn't sound as ridiculous as I just saw you shirtless and now I don't know how to act because you're hot and the last few days I've been feeling weird about you and now I am scared shitless!

"No, just because", you put your hands on your hips. "... I am here on Sundays!"

"You do realise that this is my apartment, right?", he deadpans.

He has a point. "Yes, but-"

"I'll just help you", he decides and gets up.

"What? No! That's not at all-"

"Shh~", he presses a finger against his lips and you are inclined to strangle him.

Even though the kitchen was marvellous it wasn't exactly huge, and being in such close proximity to Jungkook was the exact opposite of what you needed right now in order to keep your sanity intact.

"I'm a good cook, trust me."

He was indeed not a good cook at all.

After only five minutes, the kitchen looks like a mess as a consequence of his attempt at opening a can of chopped tomatoes with a pair of scissors. Most of the contents have landed in your hair and you are now holding the scissors against this chest.

"I swear to God, Jungkook, if you don't leave this room right now, I'm going to sta-"

"What the fuck is all of this noise about?"

Blinded by fury, you didn't even notice the door to Min Yoongi's room opening and him peeking out with his eyes closed to slits that replicate your own.

"She is trying to murder me, Yoongi!", Jungkook accuses and you muse that he genuinely looks scared, grabbing the counter behind him with white knuckles. Good.

Sheepishly, you tug the scissors behind your back. "He is interrupting my peaceful afternoon. I am only-"

"Why is there tomato in your hair?", Yoongi grumbles. "Why is there tomato all over the fucking kitchen?"

Then he looks at Jungkook like a dad who is scolding his son. And he does exactly that. Scold him. Only using very inappropriate language.

"You dumb fucker. Can you be any more of an idiot? You're trying to get her to like you, not spill fucking canned tomatoes over her head!"

Your mouth drops open. The reason being that even Min Yoongi thinks Jungkook has a crush on you.

"Sit down, kids. I'll take care of this mess", Yoongi shoos you out of the dirty kitchen before you have time to think. "Actually, go clean __'s hair, Jungkook. And try not to be a dick for once."

You glare at Jungkook the entire 10 minutes he takes to fish each read clump out of your hair with an apologetic yet amused look on his face.

"Stop smiling, asshole."

"Your hair is so pretty", he sighs dreamily, paying you no mind.

"Why are you always so-"

"Did you notice I finished cleaning it up like 5 minutes ago?"

"What? Then why in the world-"

"You've always liked it when I play with your hair."

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you right off.

"Nuh-uh, don't say a thing. I just saw you close your eyes for a good thirty seconds."

"Pfft", you feign ignorance, too proud to admit that he is right. "Only because I can't stand looking at your ugly face."

"Whatever you say, sweet cheeks."

He runs his fingers over your scalp once again. Accidentally, you shudder. And he looks. Very closely.

All at once, he gets up, coughing awkwardly.

"You should probably take a shower. I can't get rid of this shit without water."

Before you have time to protest, he has closed the door behind himself, shouting through the thin barrier. "I'll leave some clothes in front of the bathroom for you."

For the next few minutes, you try to burn away the memory of Jungkook's fingers in your hair with an excruciatingly hot shower. It works semi-well, considering you now do not only feel hot on the outside but also on the inside.

When you step out into the living room in Jungkook's clothes, the hot feeling inside your chest spreads out all the way to the pit of your stomach.

His eyes fall on you and widen.

In place of the stupid comment that you half-expected, all he does is scan you with his bottom lip tugged away beneath his teeth.

From your wet hair to your toes in his white socks you're all covered in him, he thinks. His shampoo, his clothes, the traces of his fingertips. His, his, his. How can he blur the lines further and make it ours? And why is his brain suddenly working like that of a dog trying to mark its territory?

Yoongi finally breaks the spell with a not-so-subtle step on Jungkook's foot. "Let's eat, children."

Then, and you aren't sure whether you only imagine it, he mumbles under his breath. "Before he loses his shit entirely."

The dinner is simultaneously uneventful and surprising. It is uneventful because Yoongi and you both clearly aren't the type of person to make conversation with a stranger and Jungkook is oddly quiet for once.

It is also surprising because Yoongi is an outstandingly great cook. Personally, you had taken him more for the type to eat old cigarettes out of a metal ashtray. Never judge a book by its cover, you guess.

Jungkook for his part is feeling all warm and fuzzy. The light is igniting your face from behind and you look closer to the angel he knows you are. For a bonus, you are letting your hair air dry, and he gets to see it in its natural, messy state which is an unusual occurrence.

He wants to have you close so badly.

He knows it's not right because you are so incredibly out of his league, so far out of his reach, he shouldn't even dare to outstretch his hands.

You are beautiful in a way that goes beyond his ability to fully fathom. But ever so often, the fundamentals of the idea that lie behind Your Beauty scratch the surfaces of his understanding. That's when he gets a taste of something that is almost too much for him to stomach.

That way he also knows he doesn't deserve to even think of you.

But he is weaker than some held him accountable for. He couldn't stop himself from letting his mind wander to places he knew would drive him downright psychotic. At night when he wrapped his hand around himself or right now when his shirt fell down your shoulder and exposed your neck and he wanted to pull you down onto the couch in the living room, hidden away beneath him, and kiss you stupid.

He didn't fantasise about things that went beyond innocent most of the time. Just little pecks and sweet nothings whispered into your skin that he would carefully caress. Your smile directed at him, and only him.

If he could choose one dream of his to come true it would not be that you allowed him to do these things with you.

That couldn't possibly be enough, no.

If he could choose one dream of his to come true, it would be that you wanted him to do these things with you too.

How sweet would it be to have you want to whisper to him, fuck him, smile at him and only him?

But the universe has a funny way of pointing out to him in bright colours that you liking him back was about as likely as him getting over you. Fucking perfect.

"Somebody care to explain to me what the heck is going on here?", Jimin aggressively throws the door of the apartment shut behind him.

Jungkook startles out of his trance-like state soon enough to see you looking up at your brother with raised eyebrows.  "Sorry that we ate without you?"

"Yes, I am also terribly sorry that my little sister and my best friend are having a fucking candlelight dinner without me", Jimin stumps across the floor, not bothering to take his shoes off and pulls Jungkook up by the back of his shirt. "I'm even more sorry that my sister is wearing my idiot best friend's clothes."

You swallow hard. Where the fuck had Yoongi gone? And when had he lit those candles? "This is not what it looks like, I swear!"

At the same time, Jungkook punches Jimin in the stomach. "Better get used to it, motherfucker."

Why did he always have to nullify your efforts?

You shoot him an exasperated look and he swears you are so hot, but oh so cruel.

___

It's a Friday night when Jungkook realizes that, once again, he is royally fucked.

The night had started out innocently enough. Practice had been going well and after he had broken a good sweat Jayden offered him some of the good weed in the locker room, which of course he didn't deny.

He wasn't an idiot.

So he got high with some of his teammates. High as fuck, actually. And it had been great. All fun and dandy.

Until he entered that damned Italian restaurant.

Just as his luck had it, you and your group of friends had also decided to enjoy the fine dining services offered at El Torero that very evening. (The fact that this Italian restaurant had a Spanish name also really messed him up.)

Which wouldn't have been as tragic as he made it out to be if you weren't so pretty.

Which also wouldn't have been as tragic, if he could go through with his plan of pretending he didn't notice your presence.

But Jimin spotted you right away and loudly greeted you across the restaurant, his teammates following suit and before he knew what was happening to him he was cramped into a tiny booth with way too many people and you way too close.

And so he had to watch you, high as a kite.

The problem there should be obvious.

"Mine would be Antarctica", you announce on the topic of dream travel destinations. 

"Antarctica? Are you crazy?", Jayden looks at you like you have two heads.

"Why not?", you retort. "Seeing penguins in the wild is at the very top of my bucket list and besides I imagine it to be so cozy. It would be freezing cold outside but you would still go on little adventures every day. And then the rest of time you get to spend inside the cruise ship with your travel buddies."

Your eyes sparkle enthusiastically as you imagine yourself somewhere far across the ocean.

Jungkook stares at the side of your head, so obsessed.

If only he knew more about the subjects that you were passionate about so he could talk to you about them and get a taste of how magnificent your brain truly was. He wanted to take a look deep inside of it only to find he was an insignificant scumbag by comparison.

Maybe you would realise soon enough just how inferior he truly was, and being the generous soul that you were, you would take pity on him. Then you would sit him down and explain to him exactly how the world worked. Then maybe, he would be able to see what you see. How much more colourful would the world be then?

He imagines it would be like turning the brightness of his phone screen up at night.

"What about you, Jungkook?"

He is so caught off guard by the question, his eyes take a while to make out who even addressed him.

Ji-eun looks at him expectantly from across the table.

"Huh? What?", he asks dumbly. 

"Your dream travel destination", Taehyung helps him out.

"Oh", Jungkook's mind is as blank as an empty sheet of paper. "Antarctica?"

Jungkook winces as Jimin throws a cold fry at him. "Stop being in love with my sister!"

Jungkook kicks Jimin under the table. "Then have a less perfect sister."

You lean your head on Taehyung's shoulder, looking somewhat bored by the conversation.

Little does Jungkook know, you are currently wishing death upon him on the inside. You felt like he was making fun of you with his constant teasing. While you were slowly starting to like him more an more he made a literal joke out of flirting with you.

All the while, Jungkook is praying to God that he might be granted the opportunity to spontaneously reincarnate as Kim Taehyung. Jungkook wanted your shoulder resting on him. 

"We should go together for our honeymoon, Kook", you decide to tease back. Maybe you playing along with Jungkook's little games would help your subconscious realize that this was all you would ever be to Jungkook. A game.

Jungkook marbles at the nickname, has to consciously fight the urge to shudder at the way it rolls off your lips. Somehow, it sounded almost like an insult but he doesn't really care. 

"Stop being in love with me, __", he mimics Jimin's words form earlier and you roll your eyes so hard they almost get stuck. 

The conversation quickly moves along after that but Jungkook has happily drifted off, completely engrossed by your presence. 

He absolutely loves the way your lips move when you talk. You are so smart and outspoken and-

"Shit", he curses under his breath, barely audible.

Jayden smirks, having watched him with great amusement this entire time. "What was that, Kook?"

"Nothing. I-", Jungkook coughs. "I totally forgot. Haha. I have an assignment to hand in 'till twelve."

Jungkook flees. There is no other option, really. It is either rushing out of the restaurant like he is being chased by a heard of mammoths or flashing the hard-on that would soon form in his pants at the entire restaurant.

As soon as he has locked the doors of his car behind him, his head lands on a steering wheel with a loud thump. He sighs in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

How much longer could he stand living like this?

Jungkook felt like he was slowly but surely reaching his breaking point. Being so close to you, yet unable to be with you in the way he desired so badly quite literally drove him insane.

It made him act like a love-sick, hormone-driven idiot. It messed him up to the point where he couldn't be in the same room as you anymore and had to cowardly hide in his car instead.

The painful throbbing of his cock makes Jungkook chuckles at himself.

Was he really going to do this? Drive off and jerk off to the thought of you? Just how much more pathetic could he get?

When he experimentally wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, his grip is so tight that it hurts.

And it should. He deserved the pain if he was really going to go through with this.

And he knew, he just knew, he was. There was simply no way he could resist. 

So he hits the pedal and tries to focus on the road. It would be the literal epitome of humiliating if he crashed right now.

A few minutes later he comes to a halt on the side of a quiet road. Thinks the spot fits the whole vibe of What the fuck is wrong with you? quite excellently. 

And then he hands himself over to a deeply familiar and well-practiced process.

Even after all these years, it's still the same as when he was alone at night in his bedroom at fourteen years old. And though he finds the way it all unfolds almost comical, it doesn't get any less exciting.

The guilt always sets in first. He thinks self-deprecating thoughts like how he shouldn't do this, shouldn't want you.

At the same time, the rubbing on his cock is so frantic that his hand clashes against the steering wheel several times and each time he gets more embarrassed.

What would you say if you saw him like this? All desperate and brain-dead because you made him so?

He doesn't even want to know. You would probably be spooked.

Another habit that had formed years ago when there was nothing but thin walls separating your houses, was that he wouldn't dare to let your name slip past his lips. When he was younger he feared that if he whispered it just a tad too loudly, the wind would carry the sound to your window.

Somehow that fear endured until now, where he was scared that even across the many miles that separated you, you would hear his quiet pleading and come to laugh right at his face.

But he couldn't help himself tonight.

"__", he sighs as softly as he can and tries to take it back the next second. Can't. "Fuck. Fuck."

Jungkook has to stop for a moment, his wrist hurting and heart pounding.

The effect of the weed has started to wear off a while ago but now he was on a different kind of drug. Now he was high on the thought of you.

That drug does him so well that his fingers wander back down to his cock almost automatically to toy with it. So good that his head sinks back against the headrest.

In a different universe where you met under different circumstances, would you be here with him, your hands stroking his thighs encouragingly?

God, he would love for you to watch. Just sit beside him in the passenger seat and tell him he was doing good. He would be so good for you, he swore.

After that, it doesn't take long until he is gently rocking up into his own hand, releasing straight into it to the thought of your eyes on him.

Attention-whore, he scoffs at himself while wiping his hands in the dark fabric of his jeans.

___

You stare at the back of your classmates head, the voice of your professor but a mere background noise. 

Jungkook And __ Together was anything but a joke to you anymore. Only that you couldn't quite grasp the idea that lay behind it.

Did Jungkook And __ Together mean the very thing it implied?

Did Jungkook like you? Did you like Jungkook? Did you like each other? Were you beginning to like him in ways that were very different to the sisterly affection you felt for him before?

You try to shoo the stupid boy with his stupidly fluffy hair and stupidly glowy skin out of your thoughts. Only to spontaneously remember the way he looked that Sunday, sitting on the couch freshly showered. 

God, you had to focus!

And not on Jungkook's thigh-tattoo replaying over and over again in the mental cinema that has been your mind for the past week!

✧ thank you for reading! i hope u enjoyed. in any case lmk your thoughts if you the have time to share bc i'm desperately trying to get better at this whole thing. btw im alr working on chapter 2 but it'll probably take at least a few more weeks until it is ready to post. in the meantime let's all enjoy spring! hope u have a great time and plenty sunny days!