A Whole Cutie

a whole cutie 🥺

bonus:

95/? sets of jin

encore | jjk | teaser

⇥ pairing: game-designer!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors au, fluff, smut

⇥ rating: 18+

⇥ warnings: an absolutely fluffy little piece, he is an ambivert but so hot too, talk about music and it’s really wholesome!!, coffeeshop dates and movie nights, cursing, pov switch, flirting, (okay how do i avoid c*mmunity labels uhhhh), s*xual tension, s*xual content (like: or*l, big d*ck and dom kook, s*x toys, unprotected s*x, fumbling around, m*sturbation, he can be cocky if he wants to, more when the fic drops)

⇥ wc: around 10-12k; 979 for the teaser!!

⇥ author’s notes: my friend said he looks like your next door neighbor who’ll lend you stuff and all, and of course my sick brain came up with this wicked thing. teaser is unedited!! fic still in the works which i’m so excited to post as soon as it’s doneee!<3

⇥ summary: The new guy next door seems an awfully lot like your ideal type. You might be in serious trouble.

–

When you look up from your shoes, meeting his eyes, you realize for the first time that Jungkook is staring at you.

Your eyebrows shoot up in question, humming a curious little, “Hmm?”

The sudden eye contact makes his heart skip a beat in embarrassment, but he doesn’t falter as he touches the hair in the nape of his neck. “You look pretty today.”

Your slightly tired but delightful smile widens. There’s something about the way you wipe the loose strands of your hair back when they’re all tucked behind your ears already.

You often curl your fingers into loose fists during conversations, look down when he humors you – not because you’re shy, but because it’s, apparently, your first reaction to a compliment or a joke.

He hasn’t known you for long, but he’s certainly noticed your little habits. You raise an eyebrow when you look at him again, tilting your head. “You think? I don’t usually look like this.”

“Like what?” Jungkook asks, staring ahead with a blink once the elevator stills.

“Like,” you adjust your skirt when you leave the elevator, pulling it down a bit. “Dolled up like that. I made myself prettier today.”

In fact, Jungkook’s sure there’s no difference in your beauty today – sure, there’s a bit more make up here and there, hiding a bit more of your natural skin than usual. But you're in a constant state of Pretty that he can’t verbalize yet without potentially creeping you out.

“Why’s that?” Is what he asks instead.

The walk to your apartments is short, and you still once you reach his door.

“I work at a travel agency, and it’s usually pretty chill there… Hence, the casual clothes on other days.” You gesture to your outfit. “I had to present myself from my best side today, though, we had some hotshot people coming over.”

“Makes sense.”

“You look good, too.”

The sudden statement catches Jungkook off guard, not least of all because he whined at his reflection this morning. Cursing at his untamed mane, pulling at the stubborn locks.

“I always look like this,” he says.

And you, smooth and confident, respond with, “Yeah.”

Hands in the pockets of his thin jacket pull said piece of clothing apart, and he glances down to wonder what might be so great about wearing a black sweater and some dark, old, favorite cargo pants. His hair is a nest, a standard for a day at his exhausting job.

It might sound like fishing for further compliments, but Jungkook still dares to argue, “At work, they were telling me I look like I need sleep.”

You laugh.

“Does that mean you look different on other days?”

He pinches his fore and middle finger together, squinting an eye shut. “Maybe a little.”

Surprise takes over your features, like he’s said something genuinely outrageous, though he can’t figure out what it might be. But your expressions calm soon enough. Your eyes fall to your feet, tapping the ground, and you ask, “What is it that you do?”

“What I do?” He repeats, and as you nod, he runs his fingers through his soft mane again. “I’m a game designer.”

“Wait, really?”

“Mhm. Was busy working on Gameplay today.”

“Wait, that’s…” You hesitate, blinking and raising a brow – he detects so clearly that you’re swallowing a word and replacing it with, “So… cool of you.”

You’re easy to read.

Usually, you radiate confidence that you so obviously possess. Like a bright ray of sunlight. Beaming and loud when he sees you walk or speak.

You’re distracted today, though. Unable to meet his eyes just yet, your thoughts circling around whatever the harmless conversation might have summoned.

And he must admit: no matter how blazingly hot he finds said confidence, there’s something about your timid behavior that stirs awake a veiled beast in him.

Thousands of impure pictures flash across his mind, but he focuses on the neutral face he sports before he speaks again. “Thank you. Maybe I can invite you to play a game I helped design one day?”

“Of course.”

Your smile is so fucking pretty. It’s near impossible to get a grip over himself; he almost shakes his head at whatever quiet insanity you’ve unleashed on him.

The strength he needs to gather to not look down to your lips borders on absurdity. It calls forth a mantra he never thought he’d have to repeat when he met you first.

Don’t look down.

Don’t.

Just don’t.

And then, it happens anyway.

That damn tongue of yours slips between your gorgeous lips, wetting them, and he hurries to flash his eyes back to yours. Pupils probably elated.

He sees you swallow, sure that you noticed.

Because suddenly, you rush to say, “I’ll go take a shower then.” You laugh, though your voice shakes a little. “Literally the only thing I need on my agenda today. That, and a glass of wine.”

“Sounds better than my night,” Jungkook assures.

“What will you be doing?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs. ”Netflix. Hot chocolate?”

Maybe you’ll think it’s cute. Cuddling up with a winter beverage. And you do — because you let a giggle fall, and nod affirmatively. “Sounds amazing to me.”

He wonders.

Will you invite him to a glass of wine? Should he invite you to another chat? Perhaps you’ll mention his games again, ask him when you can come over.

In the end, neither of you does any of it.

So he nods you goodbye, witnessing the adorable way you struggle with your keys and the door for a hot moment. He smiles, and you laugh; he pushes a hand into his pocket and steps in eventually.

He wishes he could learn more about you in double time. And at the same time, he wants to take his time getting to know you; bit by bit.

In any way you’ll allow.

–

author’s note: lmk if you want to be on the taglist!! been working on her for awhile now, so i hope it’ll good. reblog or send an ask to support me!!<3

PLS ADD ME TO THE TAGLIST FOR ENCORE 😭

Added you!! Thank you!!<3

i would LOVE to be on your permanent taglist 🥺🥺

Added you🥺