How About Them Fighting About A Girl Which Jk Unintentionally Checked Out?

how about them fighting about a girl which jk unintentionally checked out?

You sulk with your arms crossed and lips in a pout while lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling, refusing to glance at Jungkook who stands by your side with an arched brow. It's silent in your dorm until he breaks it. "You're upset."

Without bothering to give him a response, you only cock a brow and hum.

"First step to solving a problem is to admit–"

"I don't have a problem, Jungkook," you immediately pick up a snarky tone, "thanks for taking the time to notice my mood though. I guess there aren't any other girls to notice when I'm the only one here."

His face twists in confusion as he stupidly blurts, "What?" At your scoff, he gently settles on the mattress to sit next to you as if trying not to scare away a stray cat. You're more of a wild tiger in this situation however; your anger always manages to intimidate him, and he has to approach you cautiously. "What other girls?" He keeps his voice soft to avoid an argument—it doesn't help.

"You tell me," you glare at him, "or did you not catch her name? The girl you seemed to fancy at the café? Don't mind me, you can go back and speak with her all you want."

A heavy sigh leaves his mouth as he closes his eyes for a moment. "I was looking at her tattoos–"

"Why don't you go ahead and ask about their meanings? I'd hate to keep you waiting."

His gaze turns cold at your constant interruption, eyes becoming hooded and the corners of his mouth lowering to a frown. "Are you going to let me talk or do you want to keep arguing with yourself?"

You click your tongue and return to your staring contest with the ceiling. The atmosphere is tense for no good reason, and it has him inhaling a deep breath as to not anger you any further by growing angry himself. It doesn't help.

"A tattoo on her arm caught my eye, and I understand why you would misinterpret that as–"

"Misinterpret? I'm encouraging you to ask her–"

"Zip– those fucking lips," he asserts calmly. "I'm talking. Quit being a brat." You sink into the sheets with a scowl. One of your pet peeves is being treated like a child in the literal sense, but you don't have the heart to bite back. "I liked a tattoo, and I took a look for one second. It doesn't mean I'm interested in her, or anyone besides you. You understand that, don't you?" You narrow your eyes with determination; determined to not be treated like a child with these condescending, rhetorical questions.

"Tell me you understand."

The corner of your mouth tugs up to a smirk as you remark, "Oh, I understand, but what I don't understand is why you didn't just ask her to get matching tattoos with you."

He rolls his lips inwards and puts a hand over his face as he exasperates, "Where did that even come from?" A groan later, he stands up and says, "That was a serious question. Would you please enlighten me on where that idea might root from to plague your mind? Hm, baby?"

You can sense he's going to say more, so you keep your mouth shut.

"Do tell me where you're getting all this bullshit from to spew it at me, I'm fucking begging you!" He raises his hands and flings them in emphasis, making you slowly sit up uncomfortably.

"I was just–"

"Where did it come from, that's what I want to know," he places his hands on the bed to lean into you, voice still rough and demanding with its volume, "tell me, come on, since you're such a fucking know-it-all."

Jungkook's ability to dominate an argument makes an appearance again, and you shift in your seat as you murmur, "Nowhere–"

"No no, you must have a reason for saying something so outrageous if it's been stuck on your mind," he presses incredulously.

"I was just mad!"

Jungkook hates arguing with you, he really does, but this approach has proven to be more effective with you countless times and playing nice is no longer on his mind when he's leveling with you. If being mean will make you drop this act, then he'll go to the extent of making you cry.

"Oh really?" he scoffs with a crazed grin. "I'm mad too, but you don't hear me talking about matching tattoos or some other dumb shit. You want to know what I think?" You don't move an inch out of hesitance and from feeling exposed by his close proximity, his wild eyes staring deeply into you. "I think you were being stupid," he whispers. "What do you think?"

You have to take a moment to wonder if he's being rhetorical or actually expecting a response, and when he waits patiently, you agree in a mumble, "I was being stupid."

"We're on the same page, good..." he's speaking quietly now, like he's going back to the nice guy from before, except there's no room for you to argue at this point. "What do we say when we realize we said something stupid to hurt someone?"

"I wasn't trying to hurt–"

"What do we say?" he lowers his head to look up at you, emphasizing each word menacingly.

"I'm sorry."

He cracks a tiny smile and palms your cheek, gaze turning soft with affection. "Good girl. I forgive you. See what happens when we talk things out? Think about that the next time you get stupid ideas." He pecks your lips before getting on the bed and lying down on his side to face you. A weight lifts off your shoulders as well as a burden from your heart when he pats the spot before him, beckoning you to be his little spoon. It's with a smile that you allow him to hug you tightly.

Oooh Lisa, I really loved that TBL Jungkook x OC scenario😍 what would the dialogue be like if Jungkook thought OC was checking out some other guy but she really wasn’t she was thinking about how she is planning something sweet for him and they kind of argue because he misunderstands until she tells him the reason why and they make up😭❤️ only if you want to of course, you’re awesome Lisaaa, I want you to always know that❤️

before i get into the drabble i just gotta say this: YOU MADE ME SMILE SO HARD thank you so much 😫 you're so sweet ahh makin me happy n shit ;( 💗💗

What's the best time to propose with a promise ring? It's practically engagement, just in a different form, and you can't stop fidgeting in your seat with a giddy grin that you can't seem to wipe off your face. Jungkook likes rings. Promise rings are romantic. The black band wood ring sitting in the pocket of your dress bounces along with your knees in excitement.

In the cozy café, you sit in a booth across from Jungkook who narrows his eyes at you with a playful smirk and a hand holding up his chin. You've been acting different all day, spreading rays of happiness to whoever you cross, and he's curious as to why. It has him suppressing a stupid smile with a press of his lips.

"Are you going to tell me or do I have to ask?"

You break out of your trance and realize you've been staring at him for a whole minute without saying anything. A giggle bubbles up in your throat as you shake your head. "I don't know what you're talking about, but neither." Secrets aren't your forte when you're so impatient to spit it out.

"Hm... alright. I'll wait. You'll tell me sooner or later," he shrugs and leans back, his hand reaching out to place it next to yours so you can play with his fingers. It's more fun for him than it is for you, but it's like clockwork how you immediately start to bend his knuckles and toy with his fingertips.

You're waiting with him after deciding to "propose" after your meals arrive. You trust the service to be quick, and it has you nibbling on your lip with even more impatience. Your toes curl and uncurl, losing yourself to your thoughts of predictions of how the scene will play out again. You remember to look elsewhere this time, not caring as to where your eyes fall.

"Are guesses permitted?"

"No," you sing as your eyes turn into crescents from the force of your smile. You don't look in his direction as he hums in thought.

"That's no fun. I can see you're dying to tell me."

"Mm-mm," you shake your head. He's absolutely right, but you're already zoning out which means time will pass faster for you, so no need to break your unspoken promise of waiting.

He huffs as if disheartened, catching onto your gaze locked on a specific spot, but doesn't stop with his antics. "Babygirl," he quietly sings, attacking your weakness to the pet name as he slowly leans in, "why are you keeping secrets from me?"

You tune him out as you continue imagining his reaction, preparing for best and worst case scenario with a now swollen lip. You get too excited about things, leading to impatience and then obsession, ending with a rush of anxiety. Your facial expression becomes neutral as you fall deeper into wonderland, your teeth still stuck on your bottom lip.

Jungkook sighs and starts wiggling his fingers you hold onto. His other hand travels to your neck and tickles it like he's expecting you to purr like an engine in response, diverting your attention back onto him. You only tilt your head and stay silent, prompting him to glance at your focal point, and just as he's about to look back at you, he glances at the man you're staring at again.

It takes a few glances back and forth for him to register you are actually eyeing someone else in his presence while he's right in front of you. He pulls his hands back as he stares you down for a moment. He calls your name twice until you give a delayed response of a huh?.

The server joins in by placing the dishes on the table, and you clap your hands excitedly before thanking them and locking eyes with Jungkook whose smile has faltered.

"Are you okay?" you worry.

"I'm alright, thanks," he vaguely says, "what about you? Someone catch your eye?"

You chuckle through your nose as you say, "No? Why? Unless you mean yourself, in that case–"

"No, I just feel like I'm interrupting something with the way you couldn't take your eyes off of that guy." He licks lips and arches a brow with an empty gaze. "I can invite him to our table, if you want."

"Huh–"

"I can converse with him about how slutty it is to undress another man with your eyes while you're on a date with your boyfriend, how's that sound?"

"Jungkook–"

"Or maybe I should leave you with him so I can ask other women if they often entertain other men while on a date, hm?"

"I was zoning out," you pout pleadingly. "I was thinking about something."

"Trust me, it's obvious you were thinking about something," he scoffs irritatedly.

Your cheeks flush under the heat of his glare, embarrassed by the accusation and his immediate misunderstanding. "I was thinking about you, the thing I'm so excited about, I didn't even notice him."

"You didn't notice him and yet you completely ignored my existence because you coincidentally zoned out while staring at him? Huh. Let me try that tactic."

"Jungkook," you whine at his cruel sarcasm. "I swear I wasn't staring at him, I just didn't want to be weird by staring at you. Don't you think I'm loyal to you? I love you so much and," you sigh, "I was mentally preparing myself to give you a promise ring."

He knows before anyone else how much you're obsessed with him. It's been obvious since the beginning, and he can't pinpoint the cause of his jealousy, but what was he supposed to think from his observation? That you were planning to gift him such a meaningful thing?

His brows knit in a mix of surprise and confusion. "A promise ring?"

"Yes– I mean unless you don't want it, which is totally fine!" you babble as you take out the jewelry. "I know you aren't shy to say no, but I'm just saying... err, if it's too much commitment..."

He takes the ring you awkwardly hold and doesn't bother inspecting it until it's wrapped around his left ring finger. His lack of hesitiation in wearing it warms your heart as you internally coo. It's so pretty on him.

"I'm already committed to you, stupid girl. The fuck does too much mean?" He closes one eye as he holds up his decorated hand. He likes it. He really likes it.

You stare at him in awe with glimmering eyes until he says, "Perfect. I'll have to get you a matching one." He winks at you as a boyish smile grows on his face. You smile back with absolute adoration.

"Also," he blushes and clears his throat, "sorry about what I said earlier. I mean, you did make it very hard not to get the wrong idea..."

"Sorry," you grin sheepishly, "I space out when I'm concentrated. A-and I'm really happy you like it."

At your flustered state, he bites his lip before pointing at your food. "It's getting cold."

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