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hi! could pls write about JK being all after you and you "don't care" like in the Seven MV, but you end up together?
[Summary]: Jungkook has been pining after you for ages. You find denying him fun, in a way. But when he proposes the truth as to why he wants you so bad, you begin to see yourself fold.
[Theme]: Non-Idol AU (or Idol AU, however, you see it), Somewhat Fuckboy JK, Desperate JK, Library-worker Y/N
[Rating]: 18+ for sexual innuendoes. (no actual sex though, sorry guys)
[Word Count]: 1,943
[A/N]: I am so sorry this took me so long. I honestly have so many requests rn, I am somewhat downing. Here is this, though! Hope you enjoy!
“I don’t give a fuck, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes, clicking away on the crappy keyboard of the library’s computer. The system is slow, and it somehow pisses you off even more than the brooding man on the other side of the desk.
“‘You don’t give a fuck?’” he restates your question in shock. He scoffs into the air of the library, and you almost tell him to shut up out of the sheer force of it. “I bought you 7 pounds of roses. In your favorite color, by the way. Do you know how hard it is to find lavender colored roses in that quantity?”
“That’s not the point, Kook,” you take your glasses off. You really don’t have time to deal with his propositions as to why you should go out with him right now. This has been a whole month struggle. If you really want to get to the nitty-gritty of the situation, technically, this has been going on for about a year now. It’s only gotten this bad since about four weeks ago.
Jungkook has been after your ass since you started coming to his apartment to hang out with your best friend, who was dating his roommate. Your best friend, Saeyeon, was always over at the apartment to be with Taehyung. And at one point, she invited you over to see if you’d get along with the other 3 boys who lived here. She saw a potential in Hoseok for you, and you started to realize she was right when you saw that the guy couldn’t keep you from laughing every minute you were over there. Hoseok was your type to a T. Funny, understanding, hard-working, and handsome. But every time you were over there, there was this agitating, grating voice from the corner of the room.
Jungkook intervened in every attempt you tried to make on Hoseok. Eventually, you got so fed up, that you stopped showing up to the apartment at all.
“What’s the point then, Y/n?” he laughs in disbelief.
You look at him menacingly, rolling your eyes again after a while. Honestly, you have no idea what the point is. After his attempts to get you the fuck off of Hoseok, the guy couldn’t stop explaining why he was a better choice; why you should date him and not his roommate. The sheer honesty and willingness to fuck up his friend’s chance at dating you pissed you off, even if he were to later explain to you that Hoseok was as gay as they come. What made you more turned off was his audacity when he said he could fuck you anytime you wanted, at any given moment, all day every day, every-day-a-week. You were shocked, completely turning yourself away from the possibility of even considering going out with him after that. Even if you thought about the possibility every time you went home.
You thought that after a rejection or two, he would lay off. But he found out where you worked, where you did your laundry, where you took your walks, and where you went to have fun. There was no avoiding him. The guy had ambition like steel, and hasn’t given up his efforts in asking you for just one date since then.
“So there is no point,” he smiles, leaning his hands on the counter.
You look at the clock, reading 5:00pm, when you are supposed to clock-out. You sigh in relief, grabbing the hand-held kiosk and punching in your numbers. A part of you wants to roll your eyes again, knowing Jungkook came here purposely at the time you get off to try and hang out with you after you got off of work. “Hang out”, as in persuade you to date him.
“The point is that I’m not going out with you,” you state for what feels like the millionth time since last year. “All you want is a sleazy slut in your sheets. And you’ve got the wrong girl for that.”
You make your way around the counter, opening the half door to let you out of the office-circle in the help-desk section of the library.
“Woah, hey,” he chases after you as you walk in the opposite direction. “I didn’t say that. I said I could fuck you like a sleazy slut if you wanted me to. Only by your word, that is. We can do it vanilla, or if you like—I don’t know—role-play, we could do that, too.”
“Jungkook,” you pinch your eyebrows together with your fingers.
You watch him give you that typical fuck boy smirk, showing you the glory of his lip piercings on full display.
“Okay,” he laughs at your expression. “In all seriousness. One date—just one. That’s all I ask. No sex, no nothing. The sex is nearly a bonus—one of my many talents. But genuinely, I just want one date. Officially. To get to know you more than the fact that you love denying great opportunities when they’re given to you on a golden platter.”
“A golden platter,” you scoff.
“If you don’t like it, then we can stop there,” he gulps. “But genuinely, just give me a chance.”
Someone in the library shushes the two of you, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks out of embarrassment of getting scolded at at your own workplace. You start to walk out again, hating that you smile when you hear his footsteps following behind you.
“So?” he calls your name louder once the two of you are out in the parking lot.
“Why do you want me so bad?” you laugh at the situation. He catches up to you, walking beside you as you find your car.
You’re really not the biggest catch. You’re a total nerd and you don’t really party or drink. Sure, you like sex, but only with people you’ve actually been able to call your boyfriend. You work in a library instead of using your degree you just finished to get a job in the field you studied for. You’re a mess, but yet somehow an attractive, pinned after, biggest-fuck-boy-in-the-world wants a date with you, amongst other hidden innuendos. It really doesn’t make sense to you, and you think this is one of the reasons why you’ve been so strict on saying no. It simply doesn’t make sense.
“Dunno,” he shrugs. “You keep me on my toes. I like it.”
“So I’m a game,” you raise your eyebrow, leaning against your car when you find it.
“In a way,” he admits. “I want to win. I like you.”
“So then me agreeing to the date is you winning? You just gave your opponent the key to make you lose,” you laugh.
“No, the way to win is you liking me back,” he says.
He moves closer to you, somewhat trapping you against your car.
“So then what happens when I like you?” you propose. “Is the game over?”
“That game is, yes,” he says. The tip of his sneakers touch yours, and you begin to feel a little nervous, crossing your hands over your chest. “But then a new one starts.”
“And what’s that game?” you ask. The closer he gets to you, the quieter your voice gets.
“You date me. As in actually date me. Not just a date here and a date there. As in you date me as my girlfriend,” he smiles. “And then you fall in love with me, and then we get married and have 5 kids and a dog or two.”
You genuinely laugh at that, and he does a little, too. Although, there’s still a hint of seriousness in his voice that causes you to stop laughing for longer than you wanted to.
“The game doesn’t end, Y/n,” he smiles. “That’s why I say you keep me on my toes; why I say I like you. There’s always going to be another goal to work towards with you.”
You have to look away from him at that. The blush on your cheeks radiates, and you hate that your heart beats out of your chest from his confession. You’re supposed to say no. You’re supposed to never back down against him. For the longest time, you wanted him to lose, assuming that he was the type to get anything he wanted. You wanted to be the one he couldn’t have. But the longer you reject him, the more you find yourself wanting him just as bad.
“Is this what you say to every girl?” you look up at him.
“Just you,” he tucks your hair behind your ear with tatted fingers and rough skin. “Rejection doesn’t feel good. I’ve never been rejected so many times,” he laughs. “You scare me. I like it though.”
“You’re scared I’ll reject you?” you ask.
“You’ve been rejecting me already,” he reminds you. “But…yes. It’s a 90% possibility.”
You pause, looking past him and into the sky. The sun is setting, and it casts a honey glow over his skin. He’s attractive—that you cannot deny. He’s also ambitious as hell. At first, it annoyed you, but now you realize that it’s actually quite admirable that he’s been so consistent with you since last year. You don’t know if he’s been dating people during the time that he hasn’t been stalking you at the laundromat every Saturday at 3pm. But you’d like to think that even if he did, the fact that he’s remembered and made an effort proves that he still wants you in the end.
You don’t know what to think. But you figure that you really cannot know until you get to know who he is past that ambitious and attractive side of him.
“One date,” you agree, holding up your finger. “One. And if I hate it, then you have to promise to leave me alone. No more showing up at my work, or on my afternoon walks, or a—”
“I promise,” he says so quickly, you almost didn’t know if he was speaking the same language. “I promise—holy shit for real?”
He holds your waist in his palms tightly, and you feel strange when you realize that it feels like second nature to you. In a way, you feel like his hands on you feel right. You look down at them, and he takes them off of you, apologizing. You want to put them back on you, but you hold back.
“Does Friday work?” he asks you quickly again. You laugh at his excitement, feeling somewhat good at giving him what he wants. It felt good before to tell him no, but you realize now that this look on his face is worth more than seeing him disappointed because of your denial.
You nod as you laugh at him.
“Get out of here,” you push his shoulder playfully. “I’ll see you on Friday.”
You watch him nod, turning away. You do the same, unlocking your car before you hear his footsteps stop.
“Oh, and Y/n?” he calls out your name.
“Yeah?” you look at him.
“I meant what I said,” he continues.
He smiles when you look confusingly at him, not remembering which words he is referring to.
“The ultimate goal is for you to be with me. But I do come with all that extra stuff,” he smiles. “You know—the every-day-a-week promise I made to you a while ago.”
You roll your eyes, opening your car door. All this time, you had been saying that Jungkook’s sexual side was the biggest turn off of them all. But as you slide into your car, you shock yourself by your next words.
“I look forward to it.”
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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]